artist date

Give me solitude.

 

In fact, serve it to me on a silver platter-

I’ll gladly be the woman alone at the bar

with nothing but a pen and paper and my imagination

to keep me company.

I’ll gladly let you mistake my pleasure

for sadness

so long as the silence isn’t broken

and I can remain in this sacred space

with lady inspiration

a little while longer.

inconceivable

at first

the silence was deafening.

I had almost forgotten how much

he likes to talk.

now

the silence feels settled.

like a warm blanket I wrap myself around.

 

comforting.

 

I’ve barely spoken a word

in the last three days

and sure, I’m heartbroken

but somehow I’m also

in total bliss.