The Silence Of My Creativity

For you I write no more song
Nor will I write a verse.
The silence of my creativity
seems to be getting worse.

I say quietly to myself
it will come back once more.
I must be patient with my heart
and revert to how I was before.

And how was that? I can't recall.
Too many days have passed.
Will I write again a poem or song
or will I have written my last?