Trying desperately to jump back into the flow
Of all that was once right
To me.
I need to see you,
To hear you breathe once
More. Must keep running towards the goal
Of your mouth,
Because your words
Are treasures for my soul.
My inspiration.
My muse,
God, you’re so much more.
Keep talking.
Let me drink your words
To see them quench
A thirsty page. |