The Cursor

The cursor blinks at me
Like a finger tapping its impatience.
I write a few words,
Then they fall off the edge of the page. I ache to compose,
But gathering, then assembling
My thoughts
Seems overwhelmingly difficult. Please forgive my poor neglected blog
(as I have come to call it).
I hope to find my way back to it soon.
I miss her as much as she surely misses me.