Tag Archives: muse

Syringe grass and hay and remind your gut to move and twitch your face to life. There’s ears to clean, indignation to stomp at, so remember to eat and look adorable.

The white snow of spring flutters in the air for youthful hands to grasp at, wondering why it’s not cold. Settle on the grass and heal the heart of those finally venturing out, hoping to start again.

You were real, the proof left my body and I cradled your home, knowing you’d already left it but still needing to say goodbye. You really were real.

I am no longer… reset the clock and realise I am alone, no one is asking me to nurture them anymore.

Wishlist of a new life mock the shadow left behind, delete or save for later, it still hurts too much to click either.

Fail at basic nature, or did it reject your hope, knowing doubts of deserving weigh on the wanting and removing the chance to leave nothing in a space you can’t fill.

End of the unknown left with the empty, the throbbing pain of a space unoccupied with nothing to fill it and no answer to why it’s gone.

Thank you for being here, even if for a while, I never got to meet you but I knew you, I will always know you.

Relief that the waiting is over, even though the news could only be the worse, it is known now, you can grieve and say goodbye.

Beautiful possibility that can never be, cradle you in soft tribute with a final hug of goodbye and an acknowledgement some ideas are too precious to fully form.