Walk.

I can only write in your absence, As the pain lurks through, Occupying emptiness with loneliness, On land where compassion once grew. It propels my imagination, Encourages my lyrical hand, Broadens my diction, While bringing me back to my homeland. So, walk away for a month or two, To get my creative juices flowing, My …

I Did.

I always asked myself what I'd do if you walked away Like would I go about my daily activities Attending to real life responsibilities Or would my subconscious uncontrollably display Obvious signs of withdrawal Mental suffering due to denial Would the skies seem a darker shade of blue? Would I even make it through? I …