My muse

I try and fail not to write something about you. Alas, you are my muse. You are my muse.

Days fade into weeks

Weeks blur into months

The silence stretches�"

A ghost I can’t escape.

No calls, no texts.

I built this distance, so why does it ache?

I’ll make my peace, I’ll silence the past�"

But you were my home, and aren't homes built to last?