muse,
return to your dwelling of old,
sweep away the moss, mildew, mold
remember not, but forge ahead,
and tell the greatest story ever told
goodbye, my friend.
i forgot about us in the end
loving her left no space
for you
but your trace
endures in the flashes
of your endearing lashes
your slashes
i couldn't absorb
maybe you died lying on the floor
writhing in sanity
we lost a good one
anyone who knew you would agree
but who among us could have held the honor
to know someone so free
