Apt Last Words

I find poems written by other poets,

Sounding like the ones,

I used to write once,

And now I wonder,

If that poet even exists,

Because she would never write something like this,

She would encrypt her feelings,

In verses,

She would send them to her muses,

She would share it with the world,

And this one, here,

Has nothing to do with her,

Or her muses.

Her muses left,

And then her words too.

Apt last words for my book or this blog, haha.