I CRIED!

Dear Muse,

See, Yesterday I tried calling you,

I tried all your lines

And all possible means of communication,

But alas, I couldn't reach you.

I remember, I sat down and wrote a love Poem,

I wrote it for you,

I wrote it with a purpose.

I wrote, "I will Buy You a Plastic Ring".

Not because I was happy,

I was scared of losing you.

You see, I woke up today with your message,

You were greeting me,

I swear, I sighed with relief.

I knew, I didn't lose you,

I had you and you got me.

I swear, I cried -

I cried when you told me that you are sick,

You told me that you are on medication,

I sighed with relief,

I thought that would be better,

And I wished you a quicker recovery.

Dear Muse,

Hope you are well,

Forgive me if your name is what I forgot to spell,

But I will use a quill

To avoid ink spill,

I will write a poem with it

And still wish you a quicker recovery.

August 10th, 2025.

#PoeticSundays.

GEORGE THE TIRED POET