Poet,
where are you?
Did I miss the memo
giving your notice
to vacate?
Are you frozen,
did you get burned?

Poet,
where are you?
I will meet your demands.
All the ink in any color,
all the paper you can fill
and you won't have to be succinct
or quiet or right side up.

Poet,
you've been inside me
from bone to skin
and without you
my soul is unprotected,
a lifeline gone.
Where are you?