I have lovers times two.
One came about before the other was through.
Two men at my base.
Three times together and never in time.
Four in total who made my bed.
Five months before realizing you weren't mine.
Six months it took for your return.
I have lovers times two,
But none of them were you.
YOU ARE READING
An Ode to Muses to Euterpe
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I wrote years ago and have since rediscovered.
