my muse
everyday you seem further away
more gone than the day before
my eyes
have grown vacant
and cold since your passing
my love
is like a pail of water
that I spill into the dirt
my heart
a pump no longer primed
with valves rusted shut
my journey
a labyrinth of turns
testing my sufferance
there was nothing
no farewell,
no sweet kiss goodbye
I lie here
my heart calcifying
trying to recall every detail about you