To a Phantom Muse

I feel my eyes burn holes through your name
As if my gaze could ever reach and touch you
I feel that dull ache in my chest
Hoping I could care less.

I taste the bile rise up my mouth
The bitterness from deep within
That lump of hate and anger
Stifled by this blind hope.

I hear your footfalls from wherever you are,
Yearn to hear them become louder from where I am seated.
Hope to stop this futile attempt
To say things you’ll never hear.


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