it has been nine days
**** that space

why have you not written
why leave me with a sad face

I do not understand
my life is a mess

your words keep me going
that is something I confess

nine long days
before I've seen your ink

is this okay to you
is that what you think

I know you are busy
but please find the time

I sit here while I wait
I try to find each rhyme

constant heaviness
falls upon my chest

when I go out to look
there is nothing left

a big pile of paper
nothing for me

not for nine **** days
it makes it hard to breathe

but I will be okay
I will keep up with the wait

I will be happy when you write
even though it is late