Back Again

Months and months,
inspired by a well made pen
and a brief free moment.

These days have run together
with busy lives
and planners.

My body is tired
and my hand aches
with idleness.

It's been too long,
so long.

And I can't remember
the last words written.

Where did I leave off?
Where could I start?

Mind is always drifting,
leaving things behind,

maybe for someone else.

I come back.
I always come back.