Oh how I wish that you still wrote
So it could be like the beginning
Reading your poetry, quote by quote
Installing the words in my memory

Breaking it down over to replay it
Every word, comma and period
Picturing how you would say it
Wishing I could really hear it

You're really something to write for
Other than that, my words are stuck
If I could go back to how it was before
I'd give my last wrinkled buck