My bitter muse

My muse,

My bitter muse

Far away from me,

and with worries without.

I call you now,

to share with me my window sill

and last cigarette

See the night,

through the lazy smoke.

Now grey. Now blue.

See the sorrow,

that you no longer know.

as the Moon sheds a tear,

like you once did, before

Feel the cold wind,

as I smile,

through your hair in my eyes

And turn to look into yours

To find a cold stare,

through the smoke of my last cigarette

Now grey. Now blue.

My muse. My bitter muse.