I am done with you Muse.
I decided I cannot be finished
Without one last word—
A final pondering of all we were
And are now—
One last poem for you,
After so many.

You were everything to me—
Morning, afternoon, evening,
And so many drowsy dreams,
All full of color and hope and longing.

I called you my Water,
And let you pour down on me
Like a deluge
Rather than a sweet spring rain.
You drowned me,
And all the while I ignored my gasping,
Simply desperate to please you,
Even if it killed me.

I called you my Melody,
And played you on repeat
Trying so hard to memorize your tune
And disregarding the constant pain in my ears.

I called you my Happiness
And smiled when I thought of you.
I let my stomach jump at the sight of you.
But when I think of you now,
I feel my stomach sink and disappear into nothing.

I called you my Love
When you were really my lie.
You held me down like gravity,
But I think without you, I can fly.