To the Muse:
How are you my love?
Have you slept well?
Did you cry last night?
Remember that last goodbye--
When you said goodnight
And I turned around with a
Heavy heart.
Choking on the emotions
I was trying to deny.
To the Guardian:
How are you my love?
Have you slept well?
Did you smile last night?
Amidst the bright and neon lights;
The music, the rhythm,
The endless, tempting melody
Of the crowd, of the lovelies
As I remember those times
We spent alone,
Together.
Too short time together.
