It wasn’t her it was me

I had to set her free

cut all ties

because I felt we were having

some codependency

now what happens?

she was my source

my inspiration

my lady of early morning

my beacon of words

in the late of night

the void only momentary

like the muse who came before

instant rush

she shows up

her appearance

quite arbitrary

supplies fresh commentary

I like her already

she’s got rap and snap

she’s a daylight muse

happy to meet you

fresh mid morning

coffee together before noon