I talked with the one that got away

With three dear friends that I never will reconnect with

With my best friend that got away and I never will reconnect with

I talked about comics and music and industry shit

With so many people about art and creating and everything

And it might be too much

I talked to my cat and she was indifferent

Except for when it came to kneading my stomach

And was it time to eat? Yes? Me eat meat now?

I talked to my daughter and she told me that my music was garbage

But she is twelve

She doesn't know, she thinks that garbage is gold and taste is forever

I am so happy that I could talk to all of them

And now I wait for the crash

Shhhhhhk-bom

What I said was you had been on my mind

What I didn't say was a day hadn't gone by when you weren't

Because I didn't want to seem weird

Even though we both know I am

What I said was I like having someone to talk to 

What I didn't say was I want to do that all the time

Because who says that? Who pulls something like that?

Who puts someone else in a position like that?

I didn't say that I still missed you, or that I was sorry for ruining everything and I was scared that it couldn't ever be fixed, or even that I looked for you when I was out walking, as if seeing you pass by would change anything besides giving me butterflies

What I said was take care

And I meant that

As much as I could

I want a muse

Because my muse right now is that I am without mine

And that makes for a very sorry muse