Blank Page

I try to write of happiness
The times we loved to share
But nothing comes to mind
Maybe we aren’t the perfect pair

I try to write of laughter
All the jokes that you once told
But as I look way back
The memories are far too old

I try to write of life
How much we both have grown
But the more I think about it
The more of it is unknown

I try to write of future
What our destiny has in store
But it is a hidden secret
I need a key to the locked door

I try to write of love
Instead of constant rage
But nothing comes to mind
As I sit and stare at the blank page