Dear Writing

Dear Writing, 

I've missed you. 

I thought you wouldn't take me back. 
Or at least, I wouldn't know what to say. 
It seemed as if I had used you, 
And every part of myself while I was at it. 

But now I've started to realize, 
You were never used, 
And never can be.

You're willing to help, 
Once I find 
What needs to come out of me. 

Dear Writing, 

Oh how I have missed you so.

I feel bad I couldn't come to you sooner. 
You see I had thought I was done, 
With nothing left to process. 

I felt as if I couldn't approach you for awhile. 

But I'm starting to realize,
I'll always need you,
And you'll always be by my side. 

Dear Writing, 

Thank you. 

For those long nights, 
Those frantic fingers flying over keys.

Thank you for special lines, 
And scenes coming straight from me.

I thought my story was over, 
And I didn't have another to write, 
But now I hear you waiting 
For me to sit by the computer light
And tell you all my other stories tonight.