Without them you are empty.
You stare out the window
But you never see their faces lit by sunlight.
When you hear that song
That flash of vision, that heady compulsion
Will never appear.
Words are only words now
They never come as friends
To take you to faraway dreams.
There is no spark of quick delight
No feverish tapping on worn keys
No endless devotion to endless fancy
Only a lonely girl
And a blank page.