1,2 that's my muse
tighten the mental screws
slow motion, peruse every point of view
to never be found wanting with something to lose.
Growing old in the glow of your inspiration
yet ever lost in, insufficient translation.
An evasive presence
yet when present, a heavenly present
a gifted blessing
left absent but stayed ever pressing
stayed cold alone, though your luminescent essence
pleaded for acceptance
It's this, that left you stuck in adolescence
and for me, it was a reluctant lesson
that left a haunted impression
to lay shattered pieces, within a hollow expression.