An Evaporating Muse

by Ruhig

My words are not here to move or sway
Merely to convey
To you I speak
Honest and True
As I told you I would do
Though it feels the words are wrong
No matter meaning, delivery or day
So I ask not of how or what you do
There is a peace found in that space
Because an unconditional kind of love
Lingers like the last of the morning’s dew
An evaporating muse
Yet worry and concern remains
Regardless to knowing of the change
The understanding of you
That you are no ones’
But your own
At the moment other than timid friends
All else said, unsaid is
I know this is the best
So soon of us
I will lay my pen
To rest.