One in three

One in three
that’s what you are to me
A muse
My muse
Care to amuse, me?
I’ll be polite
Only if you promise me
Promise me to stay.
You have an awful track record
Every time I ask you,
You slip away
Further each time
Out of sight
but never out of mind.
I’ve been blind to see
Never knew anyone like you
Never thought we could be
But
For that silhouette
I’ll take the time you need.
I’ve heard rumours at the edge,
how the centre takes time to speak.