One light in a crowded room.
Highlighting papers
and one pen.

Blank papers.

The white glare brings out her eyes.
I reaching so deep
for the good words.

Sad eyes.

If I turn away my gaze,
I can write.
Words will flow through pen and ink.
I need this lie.

Shameful pride.

A crowded room
is now empty.
She has grown strong
and left me.

My muse.