The pen goes empty

the pen goes empty .. dry of ink
much like the heart with no well to fill..
no matter how she tries..
the stops and start overs..
it always seems to come down to one..
that brings her mind back to him.

at first sight she was His..
this does not seem to change .. ever..

she will never see him again..
too many things in their way..
the trust long broken and she afraid to believe..
told she was an empty shell.. what else could she be..
there is no room inside for anyone else..

she was certain that her lack of inspiration
was the lack of men willing to Master a slave..
in reality her lack if inspiration is the lack of feeling in her heart..
long ago left somewhere else..

the pen placed down, the book closed..
not to be open again..

Max