I MISS BEING YOUR MUSE

I miss receiving poetry
on my pillow-
about my eyes, my hair, my breasts.

I miss receiving poetry
at the most random places-
about your love for me.

I miss reading poetry
in our shared diary-
about us.

I miss being-
your inspiration,
your love,
your muse.

Do you still write?
Do you still love?
Do you still live?
Can you do without your muse?

I still write.
I still love.
I still love; but there is a but-
I miss being your muse.
I miss my muse.

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Posted on December 15, 2008, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a Comment.

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