Sparkle and Fade and Sparkle Again into the Night

It's almost a gift that no one,

except you,

reads what I write here.

How long has it been that I've actually felt like writing?

A few years

but

the disconnect from such a love feels like an

eternity

and a part of me still laughs as 

my hands don't remember 

line breaks or how to 

unweave a thought

through 

syllables.

It will return,

it always does but for

now I'll 

chuckle at my own trippings

and trappings of a 

young writer

whose voice is tangled up

in cobwebs

from the years is sat

alone and 

dusty in the attic of

my life.