The wilted countenance
The single tear
The last I ever
Brushed away
Letters in a drawer
Pictures in a box
But those in the heart
Fail to fade
The hollow rooms
The silent spaces
I once craved
Now serve to haunt
Pen to paper
I try to write
But the ink
Has all run out
My muse
Has gone
(02/21/07)
The single tear
The last I ever
Brushed away
Letters in a drawer
Pictures in a box
But those in the heart
Fail to fade
The hollow rooms
The silent spaces
I once craved
Now serve to haunt
Pen to paper
I try to write
But the ink
Has all run out
My muse
Has gone
(02/21/07)
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