An almost muse, he was.
An almost lover, faded before the crescendo.
A sunset I saw, never to see the sunrise.
A bud that wilted before the bloom.
A half written chapter in a diary, lost amongst the wet forest floor.
He filled me with his life force, and I tasted the universe drip down my lips.
Glittering snowfall upon my eyelids, an iridescent symphony from the heavens.
He laced my heart with silken love, only to pull on it like fishing wire when he was done.
Like a fish out of water, my heart fought for air, flopping about upon the floor.
I dropped to my knees, cupping my dying wet heart within the palms of my hands.
And when I looked up, he was gone.
And the music from the universe faded, before I could sing along.
