Useless

Day after day you talk about her even when you don't mean to. Night after night you sit at the desk sipping coffee too strong bathing in ink, as you search for yet another muse. Because you don't know what do to when they leave, as horrifically often as that is. Day after day I wish I knew how to replace her without taking her place at all. Night after night you feel the way I do and don't even know it. We both sit up staring at the sky thinking of all the ones who have ever left us, sipping coffee too strong bathing in ink and searching for yet another muse. I know I apologize too often, but it's only because I really want to help...