I Will Wither

Laying down and wanting to write,  
I reach deep down    
Inside for my words  
But they are gone.    
My Emotions, looking for a place,  
Slowly drifting  
In my mind, remain.  
Night is our time.    
I feel,    
They write.    
That was our deal.    
With no outlet,    
I will wither    
Like a plant    
Ripped from its root.  
I will fade away  
Into the darkness    
And the vacuum left inside.  
Please, come back.