There is no poetry in my life
without you.
My muse, my light, my soul -
Where have you gone?
One short glorious year
I knew you,
And words came tumbling forth
in joyful song.
But then you left. As quickly
as you came.
And though I've begged you:
Speak, please speak to me.
All I've ever heard
Is silence.
No-thing but silence. Oh.
Is that your final gift to me?
Mandy Edwards (c) 2015.
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