Not Coming

Want to write

but the words…

the words are not coming.

I sense an urge to write something

To say something

yet feel no longing

for that which I may not have

nor sense an urge to praise that which I do have.

As I’m now what

most reading this

would consider as old.

Possibly my age,

possibly my age may vanish the thoughts

of words from my mind

or of the sensations that,

when younger,

would please or plague my heart

as I now have the love I desire

as I know I am loved

as she knows she is loved

as sex is no longer an issue

as fear of the lack of finances

are no longer uppermost

within the thoughts

that on past nights would cause me to lie awake.

Health, other than what comes with advancing age,

at least for now,

not an issue.

Love where I live,

desirous of being in no other place.

So what is on my mind?

So what so bothers me at this time?

What?

Want to write

but words…

the words are not coming.

©June 10, 2012 / Mark M Lichterman