Once again I have forgotten the shape of my heart
If tomorrow I turned to stardust
There would be one thing I should regret
To not have said 3 words when our bodies last met
Though the hug has long since cooled
With the dilation of time and space
I hope this declaration retains its power
As words with neither voice nor face
I love you
Inspiration Revealed #
My muses inspire me when I write.
Your muses inspire you when you read.
Below I choose to disclose the inspirations and interpretations of my own poems.
Maybe our muses told us some of the same things. Read on below if you really want to find out.
Inspiration #
Coincidences sometimes mean nothing, even if our minds tell us they definitely mean something.
At the time, the word stardust kept coming up in different contexts for me. I took it to mean I should write this poem.
It serves as a reminder to myself that it’s important to say the things in my heart even if no one will hear the words because tomorrow could come and I could die.