I know I haven't been around,
a lot's been going on,
my head is filled with worry,
creativity - just gone.
It's hard to be poetic
when anxious for another.
It's hard to find a rhyme
when one you love has suffered.
BUT
I think we've turned a corner now,
and things are looking brighter,
my heart is lifting up again,
creativity is lighter,
so hopefully I can come back,
I have a ready pen,
and we're ready to write new poems,
again and again and again.