My heart is here, though my mind, it is not
Unfortunately, so distant am I from this shore
Still, poetry waves crest on the surface of my mind
Alas, I remain too busy to write by the score

Yet, I shall return to you again, once more

Look not at the emptiness of thought from my page
Rather, consume the potential, the words soon to see
For here, despite distant, I remain steadfast to write
For a poet is what I was truly meant to be

As my words and thoughts were not meant just for me