Turn to dust.
Pangs of longing, thoughts to lose,
dissipates to haunted muse.
Jointly you still leave a scar,
penumbras in my life so far.
Standing just out of my reach,
with words of love and songs to teach.
Pursue my heart, my mind appease.
Then disappear on winters breeze.
Creative sucked with sated lust,
you say goodbye. I turn to dust.