It's been too long since I've
created something.
Maybe the formation of little
pure pearls somehow brought more
to my blank slate page,
but now they're both gone
and in my case I'd do better
with one than the other.
There are three things I need
more than anything else
and I have to give up
those little pure pearls
for my heart's desire, but it means
leaving behind the last one
until inspiration hits
in a crowded,
lonely corner where only people like me
take residence.
If I couldn't come up
with something 'til now,
well, I'm glad to have a pen in my hand
All good things come to an end?
I think they all come
with time.