It feels like an eternity,
Yet it was just the other day.
I tried to spend the time without you,
By coming up with sweet things to say.
But I am confused without my Muse,
And I failed, much to my dismay.
If I was going to light this fuse,
I was going to need another way,
To get the creative juices flowing,
To get the ball rolling, as they say,
Yet indeed, I must concede,
To proceed, we need another way,
Like a desert draught, few plants can sprout,
I doubt, I can create without you, another day.
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