Words and Little Things

Why are words evading me now-
Now that I need them the most?
My thoughts are all hopelessly scrambled in my brain
Like half-eaten Sunday breakfast,
Jumbled like a child's messy room
Torn asunder while searching for that
Buried treasure...
And still leaving empty-handed.
They fail me when I try to describe
How I felt-what I felt
All I felt.
So irritating, to say the least.
They just can't measure up to the emotion
I'm struggling to define.
But it seems we've both had our difficulties.
And that's comforting to know.
It's like trying to summarize a book
That hasn't even been written-
I've lost my train of thought yet again
And I blame you.
But of course I'll take the easy way.
I think I'll try to catch it before
I pick up a pen next time...