I said goodbye to the muse
in a parking garage
on a chilly Thursday night
the pain too raw for words
there are other muses yes?
one of them lives in my house
sleeps in my bed
makes my morning coffee
why the tears?
why the silence?
If I had answers I’d have words
I’m out of words
except the texts I’ll never send
and the prayer
that that this absence
is only temporary