If I have not posted in a while
It means the poems are in a pile
Unworthy of public consumption
Or just really really bad gumption

I write dozens a day
Sometimes more
Only a few make it this way
Saving the best for another day

But you my love
I made you feel guilty
For all my bad feelings
When all I really needed was a hug

You are thousands of miles away
In the desert I have strayed
Now I am just as lost
As you are

Your silence is unbearable
As it crushes me under water
Like a thick and heavy weight
On my chest keeping me under

That is how it is
So I bore it the best, I dd
Letting me let you go
Remembering you always

So let me remember you
Before I forget
By posting my heart’s desires
Even though you would rather I be dead