Muse

These conversations, 

scribbled in cursive, 

like bunch of squiggly lines, 

drawn across the paper; 

love-letters, unaddressed, unlabelled;

for whom do you weave 

this togetherness 

in mystic mellifluous rhythm?

The words carved in striking blue ink, 

against white A4 backdrop, 

syllables ringing with your laugh, 

I put my heart to paper, 

each day, 

with a sliver of hope 

that your soul will resonate 

to this pulse, this cadence. 

And today when you pick up the tune, 

why is it that 

I struggle with the lyrics, 

the right stanzas, 

to tell you that 

this is the only way, 

we stay together. 

Forever.

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