the
blank page
stares
at me

on it
all
i
can see
is
you

another ode
to
this woman
that
haunts
my mind
and
soul

if
i
close my eyes
you
are
in my arms
i
gently
kiss
the top
of
your head
murmur
my love

when
i
open
them
again
the page
is filled
with
morose
words

if only
life
were
as simple
as
writing
of
wanting
you