Daily Prompt; Muse

Daily Prompt; Muse



I wrote about Calliope.
Just a girl I used to know.
Let me read it to you.

Hmmm…

I thought I had it here,
but it’s gone.
She’s gone.
She left.
Like the others.

Sometimes I feel that she peeks in on me.
Looks through the window probably,
or watches from the wood.
Her visits are fewer now.

Shorter in duration,
Further in between.
I stare at a blank page.

Almost hear her laughing.