Yearning

Stationery on the table,
The pen clutched in hand—impatient, unsteady.
Crumpled attempts littered the floor.

Your eyes hurt from the glare of white sheet:
The pristine bed on the corner,
The blank page, the waiting envelope.

The postage stamp shows a a struggle:
A small boat in the middle of a storm.
Suddenly your head fills with images of

Unopened presents, fallen fruit,
Empty rooms and of letters unwritten, unread.
You search, and search, for the words.