Words without cause

A writer waiting on his muse

They have been gone for so long

So I pick up my blank paper

my chewed pencils and pens

and I go on...go on without them

but you can tell in the

product...forced words

and phrases that dangle

much like a painting

askew...of center

For that is what my muse

did for me, they centered me

and brought into focus my world

of salt and ink and paper

I do not know where you went

but you are missed

hopefully to come back one day

and write lines of your own

For even without you

You have moved me

to write for you

and put down these

words without cause