Now, I stare at this blank page
For what seems just like an age
And I hope and wish and pray
That you will appear some way.
No face, no words, no name:
Unsettling, not the same
Once it was that all I’d do
Is type and there I’d find you.
It’s getting harder to find
You still right there in my mind
Maybe now the time has gone;
I am truly moving on.
I will never forget your face,
Your voice, your smell, or your taste
The way we kissed, the way we were
But now you become a blur.
I loved you, I’ll love you
No matter what we do
No question, for always
Until the end of days.
Funny how things turn around
You had me float from the ground;
No ocean I wouldn’t swim across
Now you instead become my bathos.
You always, always were my muse
My song, my lyre, the one I’d choose
If given the choice I couldn’t refuse
Not one moment I’d want to lose.
My muse you go and I have naught
But pathos and a lesson taught
A lesson learnt and a broken heart
Because we choose to be apart.
© Kris Blackburn 24/08/2015