Why is it?

SP 23/365 - Thanks to tball0524 for an assist
Originally uploaded by juliejordanscott

I count the days since
I have succumbed to the
Will to write, to reach, to touch
You with words - I have
On purpose -
Been silent on paper
On keyboard
On notebooks

I closed the last one
And there are no new ones
No emails, no messages
The only something has been
The thought, the exclamation

"I haven't spoken into
My pencil, my keyboard....
to you...."