My Muse

What if one day, the sun does not come up and I am no where to be seen? What would you do if you don’t find me next to you in the bed? What would you do if I no longer wake you up with a lazy good morning kiss? Would you miss the subtle smell of my cigarettes? Or would that be a relief? Would you get up, look for me or go back to sleep cuddling my pillow? Or would you throw it out like it had never meant anything to you? Would you remember my smell that you used to talk about every time or would you just shake it off of your head? Or would I stop existing for you? It’s scary the thought. For you’re and will always be my muse. And thus, I can’t lose you. 

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