It has been twelve days,
since I’ve last written,
about characters
with whom I’m smitten.
I need to start up,
another story,
before my free time
begins to bore me.
I’ve wasted about
two weeks worth of time;
My one salvation
is your daily rhyme.
If not for those poems
that I write for you,
my mind, without doubt,
would have gone cuckoo.
