wanting for words

I don’t mean to whine
I don’t want to complain
but please send me a line
no matter how plain
to weave into rhymes
Or just some words
however absurd
They need not be kind
or witty or deep
I can fill in the blanks
as I drift off to sleep
and wake with the hope
of something to savour
to add some flavour
No matter how sour
or devoid of power
I’ll twirl them for hours
and make something to keep
the emptiness at bay
that rose up the day
you went away

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