Lost in Thoughts

Today, I find myself tangled in thoughts,

Your memories come rushing back,

Yes, morning arrives too soon,

No longer waiting eagerly for the evening,

A few lines on my lips have appeared,

Those books still lay scattered around,

New pens I lose every day,

The air is cool, but the feeling is absent,

The atmosphere is cheerful, but nothing stands out,

I prefer my tea a bit bland now,

Coffee, perhaps, was last shared with you,

I've uprooted all the rose bushes,

For thorns had started to sting without reason,

Writing has eluded me lately,

Because the poet inside me seems upset.

-©inkit_poetry