“The traveler’s muse”

He was a traveler and I was stuck in one place.

The same place.

I could never leave.

But he had my heart and I had his and every time he came back it was like he’d never been away.

I could have lived like that.

I could have been happy like that.

Being away from him for long periods of time.

Had he come back when I needed him.

But he didn’t.

The world was his canvas and I was nothing more than his muse.


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