Zero

For the first time
I have nothing to say
Any attempt to be mildly poetc
Fizzles as the words start
To touch my fingers
So I am just writing
Breaking up the lines
Pretending that within this
The muse touch lingers
Tonight she has forsaken me
It has to happen some time
I have no fear because
Sooner or later
She shall return
And we shall lie
In each other's arms
Once more