The flight departed before I woke this morning
Carrying away a treasure not quite mine
But then again, she isn’t anyone else’s either
And I know how to make her breathing change
While my face turns redder than a fire engine
Maybe all these silly poems about a muse will cease
I say right after I write yet another cheesy one
The denizens of Hello Poetry must be sick of it all
But if you knew her like I did you’d understand
Yes, my heart left for Michigan this morning
I hope she has so much fun with family and crafts
I hope she misses me somewhere along the way