“I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.”
Gayle Forman
Something in me has died
And it's taken you with it,
You who came to me
When I was but a child
Who remained with me,
A shadowy companion
Who lived within my dreams
Sustaining my hope
So that throughout the pain
And turbulence of my life
It was never wholly lost.
But now you've gone missing
Taking with it my Muse,
The heart of my creativity,
Leaving me filled instead
With dread and fear.
How will I go on without you?
How will I face this life
Without you to bolster
And protect me?
I've never been truly alone
Until now.
There's a vast emptiness
Where you once resided
And it frightens me.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave me
Forsaken?
The poem has a quiet ache that’s hard to shake. The way you describe the Muse as a lifelong companion—part guardian, part inner light—makes its absence feel like a true bereavement. The emptiness you evoke isn’t dramatic; it’s intimate, the kind of silence that unsettles because it once held so much meaning. What lingers for me is the honesty of the fear beneath the words. It’s a powerful statement of creative loss and the fragile spaces we inhabit when inspiration goes missing.
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
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Your poem makes one ache with the knowledge.
Ron