My Lost Song.

Actually I often spend more than a week at this !

My Lost Song.

You know I can spend
A week at this,
Crafting words
And music.
Love and loss,
Luck and lust,
Everything
That life is.

But still
I let you slip away
I looked
And you were gone.
You
Were my last muse.
You
Are my lost song.

I try to frame
The story-line
But it won't scan
And the words won't rhyme.
You're the hole
Within the song,
Without you
It's all gone wrong.

I can't find
The melody,
Match the rhythm
but not the key
The notes are right,
But not the feel.
All because
You're not with me.

You're the song
That wouldn't stay
You're the song
That walked away.
I'm the guy
You triple-crossed.
I'm the guy
Who paid the cost