Back over re-read
I see words I wrote as
A different person now

Changed by months
Too many days now
And still I am without

Return to me
Make it like it
Once was

Come back my inspiration
Come back my poetry
My love come back

I've recently just read most of my works, now without living with my partner for so long I have found little inspiration and the rest of my life has overtaken it too. I just wrote what I felt about missing writing and missing living with my partner.