Writing About Not Writing

I miss writing


Making lines go together


I don’t even know


It was good while it lasted

A good run

We had together

Maybe it’s like spring


But comes only once a year

Or like pancakes


But comes once every couple

Of weeks

I only hope

That It’s not like a lover


But comes once

In a lifetime

If I’m lucky

It will be like rain

Comes when I need it

And when it doesn’t come for so long

I’ll still have a glimpse 

Of hope 

In the back of my head

That it will come eventually

Otherwise everything dies

If things are to live

It must rain

It has to


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