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Did you see?
That night when you were invisible,
Did you see her pass by? Did you notice I was
Hidden in the mix of words and wine? Did you
Think, for one second, that I would be the one
You would pain that night?
The resemblance to one another.
The game of our speech.
The twist of the next game.
The start of a new page.
And here I am. Blank.
Did you see?
Where did my muse go?
She was here a second ago.
I was fine and now she is gone.
And the black won’t flow
And the anchor has stopped
And the thoughts won’t come
And I kiss your hand
And I beg you return
But you smile and
You leave me at your feet,
Staring at the empty cloud
Of air you left behind.
Now
There’s no prose without your love.
Please, muse.
Come back.
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©2012
Cassandra Huidobro
