I tried to write about you,
And I couldn't.

As much as I thought of you,
No words came to mind.

I sat for a moment,
Mind as blank as the page before me.

I tried to force it,
Tried to reach and scrape for it.

In the end,
I was grasping at air.

The result,
Is Something im not proud of,

And a story,
With no hero, villain, or moral.