Muse

I awaken to the sound of rain
Coming down onto my roof with the slightest of pitter-patters
I rise from the bed, hoping to find the face I love waiting for me
Instead, there is only emptiness and pain

My mind, once a vivid canvas of passion, becomes blank, stark
The realization wipes all from me in a rush of internal agony
Mnemonic gears whir into place, and I realize
I have been here before; alone in the dark

I wonder where she might have gone
Perhaps she is with another, bringing them joy
I only know that I am left to myself
Drowning in abandonment like an empire with no Khan

Life seems empty without her
A bitter existence with no color or flavor
Lethargy and dullness prevent me from working
My two best friends grow worried and stir at my door

I cannot sense them, I am alone in this
The television buzzes before me
I do not wish to understand the story it gives
Trying to find a replacement where there isn’t

Distractions I attempt to find
But nothing relieves the ache in my soul
Despite my efforts to ignore it
I can still feel her presence, like an elusive golden hind

Hopelessness cuts my life to pieces like a razor
Emptiness is my only comrade
Happiness has withdrawn into the deepest recesses of myself
I am ever the loser

I sit alone
Vegetative in my depression
I am caught in a hurricane of loss
Ignoring the phone

I had not anticipated it
But she returned, like Spring loosening Winter’s grip
I snatch my pen and paper
And everything seems right as I sit

Breath returns, and the void within me departs
The one I love, the one that brings inspiration to me
Betrayal turned to betrothal
Her presence fills the hole in my heart