(This poem was written this September for my poetry class at BSU. My personal computer crashed shortly after the semester started and this is the first poem I wrote for the class.)
Awaiting Your Return.
Alone. Again.
A feeling of being lost within.
What to do with all this time
On my hands that I now find?
There’s less to do when there’s time to do it
But more to do when I can’t get to it.
I wonder what you’re going through.
Can you miss as I miss you?
I’ve depended on your magic touch,
Too much…
To ease my day, to help me stay
On top of things. You gave the wings
To my writing and my work.
Without you, my penmanship skips and jerks.
Your place seems empty when you’re not here;
The space you occupied now is clear.
It can’t replace – for none is cuter.
Adrift and lost without my computer.
So get fixed soon and return, I plead,
I’ve so much to write about what I must read.
