Words,
where are you?
Can you please
come back?
Come sit with me
and have a cup of tea.
Are we just
missing each other?
You’re here when I’m not
and I’m here when you’ve left?
What kind of tea do you like,
words?
What seat do you prefer,
inspiration?
What view do you turn your face toward,
creativity?
From a time without you,
how do I welcome you back?
What apology do you require
to put you back in a giving mood?
I’ll pull up a chair,
make a cup of tea,
write an apology letter,
and wait for you to come.
Until then,
maybe silence has something to say.
