When I first sat down I had plenty of things to say,

I don't know what happened, but I just can't think of anything worth writing about, and I wonder if it's worth it to try.  Maybe I should just wait a little while? I'm sure that if I just sit and think long enough about something will come to mind.  It almost always does.

It must be because I'm tired, or because I'm a little down.

I miss someone, and there's not a damned thing I can do about it.
It doesn't bother me every day, and some days I don't even think about it.
But, the days I think about it are getting to me, and I just have to get used to it.

We didn't talk every day before, and we'd go weeks without seeing each other.
So, why is it so different now?

It's different because 675 miles, and 11 1/2 hours makes it different.
It's different because she's there to stay, and I wanted her to stay here.
Here, where if a phone call was too far a twenty minute car-ride wasn't.
 

I'll get used to it in time.

I hope.