Adieu Not Goodbye

Why do I grieve a poet without a loss Did the muse run dry along with the ink, But to lose this inspiration will cost literary work will suffer without this link, how do I fill that lonely empty space Where we would find those words of wisdom, blaming myself for being in this bad place Feeling like a king without a kingdom, I know I'm not all alone among friends People with amazing talent, Knowing that a poets work never ends The addiction to write will never relent, So for this lost poet I may weep and cry, I will always remember it's not goodbye.