Missing words

I miss you
and my poetry has suffered immensely
over your tongues sudden departure

Her words are no longer cool and rational
like before,
they lack definitive motion
and perpetually twist in a mobility
only known by a poet's hands

This pen has become less pretty
and more ugly day by day,
she recounts conversations
as if the number would magically change
and you'd send me a language
that would reverse everything

I am stuck here in this poem
with my fingers questioning answers
that were never even revealed
because you never call or write anymore

your mouth says nothing
to disperse my ink
from flowing it's misery
upon the page of your vacant words