muse

The walls could cave in.

The ceiling could come crashing down.

The sun could explode.

I wouldn't notice.

I could forget to breathe

Lose my memory of anything past.

Anything past you.

I wouldn't mind.

I fail to do what I am best at. Words.

My mind's once-brimming files have burned.

They are replaced by new ones; all labelled with your name.

I could write a book.

No, I could write ten million.

I could make a thousand songs.

And title them all after you.

I could compose a symphony.

And a collection of sparkling love poems.

Maybe paint a couple pieces.

Paint your eyes a million times over.

You.

My muse.

My undoing.

My glorious destruction.

You're a fire and I love the flames.

An ocean and I long to drown.

You're the source of my living, breathing.

The lifeforce of my mind.

What am I apart from you.

A body with no soul.

Can such a thing exist?

A mother with no child

A song with no notes

An ocean with no moon

A life without breath

I am, without you.