Inspiration

You used to be all around
everywhere I looked, you could be found,
but it's been a while now
and not a sound.
Please come find me,
I'm still searching in the afterglow.
I'm getting pretty tired now,
and the hands are moving so slow.
My pen languishes idly
while my brain is in overdrive
striving to remember those days
when ink stained and words thrived.
Sing to me of whatever you will
the tapping of my pen is all I hear,
but the sighs that escape with each tock,
the light's fading out and it isn't clear
where you're hiding in all this chaos,
so I'll just sit here and suffer the loss.

(written recently)