I Can't Write Poems Anymore

You with a blurred face

Held my hand and taught it how to dance with grace

It was difficult at the beginning for my hands wasn't used to the pace

But you were patient with me and taught me how to write step by step

You said step one is to think of anything that inspires you

Anything that you want to pursue

And you know what?

I immediately thought of you

I don't know why,

But the thought of you makes my fingers dance to the rhythm of my thoughts

They weren't disoriented as I thought they would be,

My fingers and thoughts were in sync with the thought of you being with me

Step two is to feel the music

Let your imagination run, wild and free

And so my black pearl spheres

Hid themselves in my clam like lids

As I found myself getting lost in my own created fantasy

I didn't noticed that I perfectly executed a choreography

You made me do all these

Your presence ruined my calm territory

As I glanced back to my blurred faced instructor

His full moons became crescent ones

How I wish you would stay like that forever

How I wish you didn't taught me step number three

But then, that time really came

You told me the final step is to practice

For I still didn't know all the tactics

And so my hands danced and danced to the beats of my imagination

I didn't notice you left

You didn't made a sound when you closed the door

You just left a note saying 'I believe you can do it, I believe you'll soar'

Am I unworthy of any explanation anymore

My once graceful, experienced hand

Forgot the essence of writting poetry

For the gem that keeps me going

Stole my purpose and left without caring