My Muse



Eventually everything ends..my few months with you were transcendent and
magical. You are the muse of my creative life, but we couldn't make it work
and life is like that. You carved your initials into my heart with a
pocketknife made of hope and a blade made of desire and it can't fade. We
never went to a movie, but we laid on the sacrificial altar at fake
Stonehenge at Maryhill and watched the perseid showers while two creepy
goth teens stalked us outside the circle. It was magical, like you. Bye
baby goodbye. We will ride unicorns in our dreams. I hope together.

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