ghost of a muse

it’s a pity,
this weather with this city.
what a mismatch,
her beauty’s got a catch.

the sun is setting,
was it ever rising?
you were way up there,
but you were never here.
where it mattered the most;
you’re just a ghost.

if this were a wedding,
that would be no ring.
if you are my muse,
then why do you refuse…?

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