Blank cursor flashing at me,
A line, empty, waiting… smirking.
I smirk back as inspiration returns,
Even if it is to write
A pathetic poem about
My lack of inspiration.

Because you see,
Things haven’t been too easy
In my life
Since you’ve been gone.
My heart has broken, and
Re-healed itself…
I know it accounts for something.

I do miss you, terribly in fact,
But I’ve learned how to cope
On my own.
I don’t need you anymore,
And though I still love you,
I don’t think I’ll ever
Let it happen again.

So since you’ve been gone,
I can appreciate a sunny day
For the first time, because
Our mutual depressions
No longer hold me down.
And since you’ve been gone,
I… I’ve finally learned just what it means
To be me.

And, I suppose, I’ve come to realize…
That it’s not too horrible of a thing to be.
So perhaps, this blank cursor
Is just a way of telling me
It’s time to move on,
And write the next page
In the book of my life.