Mirage.

favorite song.

In between,

Your guitar riffs,

I still remember

The ghost of

Your smile

Still on my lips

Salt and water.

In between

Being your muse,

As you painted me

In rhythm, jazz and blues.

My head cannot

Hear anything

But your

Lonesome tunes

You continue to

Haunt my sheets.

My ink dries

And the paper

Turns to dust.

The music seems so hollow.

But, it lingers on my tongue.

You're my favourite song.

You listened to me, instead.