The Ache

I woke up to a text message
From the same old spamming

Vibrating through the mattress,
Disrupting needed restoration.

Took the dogs outside for relief –
Of course, the puppy’s distracted.

Soon whining after returns to crate,
Claiming that she still has business –

Which is debateable because of our
Neighbors’ voices penetrating silence.

I scramble to block out the soundwaves
Pushing through my body like a bassline.

I had my center a moment before –
Now clamp down inside as eludes:

Chasing down a soothing song
That disappeared steams mood.

Emptiness discovered inside heart
Makes difficult for mind to restart.

They say loving yourself is highest:
Without one’s muse it’s a lonely art.