It's that time of the night
When you usually knock
Pleading the ship of my words
To enter my mind's dock

But today you're not here
You're out there having a blast
Now that your burden has dwindled
You can dance and enjoy at last

Yes, today you're not here
Today, you didn't knock
And yet out of habit
My words have come for a walk

And now, they feel lonely
They don't know what to do
Without their beautiful reader
They don't know who to woo

So come back oh dear reader
My words miss you a lot
To cherish your love for poetry
They're waiting in my thought pot

So come back oh dear reader
Come, pluck them before they rot