A very talented friend of mine sent me a song a couple months ago.
It doesn’t belong to me, he didn’t write it for me, but it touched me.
I listen to it often, as I’ve wound it into my normal listening.
It sticks in my brain, playing over and over… a song for a woman who has been breaking him.
It dawns on me; I’m the singer, never the muse.
I’m just not the kind of woman anyone writes songs about.