Staring endlessly at the white pages before me,
I am constantly reminded of you.
You were my muse,
probably more so than anyone.

In my new way of thinking,
it’s quite hard to hate you.
I brought it upon myself,
yet it was so easy in the past.

As the block consumes my mind,
I wish for your happiness.
For both our sake,
don’t give in to the evils of the world.

For I know a new muse is out there,
broken and shattered, just like me.