Ofttimes I wonder
are you out there somewhere
reading the words that I write?
Do you know they are about you?
Do you know that you inspire me
to half awake dreaminess
in muddled fuzzy realities
even in your absence, your silence?
A muse is a strange thing.
Unwanted, unasked for,
but needed and welcome,
despite the circumstances.
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