I wonder when
the muse tally
will finally
stop.

When the numbering
of verses
caused by my modern Erato
will cease.

When she will
actually, finally,
disappear
from memory.

When my mind,
heart,
soul,
and fingers

will stop being driven
and inspired
by her visage
in my mind.

When others,
or even just one other,
can count words
inspired by the new her.

It will take
a long time
for anyone else
to match her muse tally.

She has such
a head start
in my head,
and it hasn’t stopped yet.