The Muse

I looked at you,

With a gratefulness that turned into tears.

Could you hear? Could you hear?

The quiver in my voice,

When I made you,

My drug of choice?

Connected at the soul.

I feel a little more whole.

I’m fine, I’m more than fine.

All smile and all shine.

After a very long time,

All I see is a way ahead,

No looking back,

No losing track.

I’m glad,

I got myself back.

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