How helpless you feel, how there is no way out
write about it
write about how you write pages after pages
after pages and crumple them and throw them on the floor
and burn them
Write how the flames make you feel...

Write how the distance has created a void, write how you cry
at nights, hidden in your blanket.
Write how everything reminds you of him, how this song and that
and this story and that is about him only. Why? Tell them you don't know
but it just is.

Write how love has diseased you, how you yearn for an acceptance, a response, a letter perhaps
Or at least, write why you can't write any of that now.