The Missing Muse

The missing Muse.

I have been looking around,
searching for her hiding place.
Is she hiding behind that closet,
or is her home under the bed?

Playing hide and seek,
she makes me want her so.
I wait for days on end,
while she amuses herself.

There she is, now gone in a flash.
I guess she has esteem issues,
which she wants me to fed.
Ha! As if I have a choice!

I remember the day the journey began,
friends for company and Karen in tow.
I wondered then, if I could do it,
she had already been missing for days.

With inspiration and encouragement galore,
she decided to make an appearance after all.
It was, though, just a little thought,
I was glad I had found her once and for all.

What wishful thinking, ah!
She knew what I had in mind.
She disappeared soon after,
making me cringe for days.

Tonight too, I am waiting for her,
hoping she wouldn’t ditch me like this.
I have to write something down
or my assignment will be incomplete.

Lo and behold, there she is,
shining bright, a naughty smile on her face.
‘Come, Dewdrops, sit near me,
I promise you I wouldn’t hurt you.’

She comes near and sits across the bed,
looking at me for acknowledgement.
I give praise and encouragement,
seeking her support and help.

She opens up her heart to me,
the words come fast and new.
I pen them down as quickly as they come,
not wanting to lose any of it.

Ah, her heart so pains,
I can hear her trembling voice.
She has left her home
where she for long, did reside.

She is cold and weary,
her face pale and lifeless.
She looks through me,
nothing seems to matter.

Her eyes fill up with tears,
as she recounts her story.
I cringe to hold her hand,
but instead stand motionless.

She blows her nose
and wipes her face.
Standing upright,
she lends me her hand.

She thanks me for listening
and bids me goodbye.
I ask when she will visit next,
she shrugs her shoulders and departs.

The poem is on the paper,
she gave me what I needed.
Yet, I feel deprived, as if,
something just broke in my heart.

The assignment is done.
Her words echo in my mind.
I feel cold and dry.
‘It’s winter’, my thoughts remind.

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