come back

December 3, 2014 at 12:22pm

“Oh wait!” I barely whispered. I could not force her to stay, yet I never wanted her to leave. 

There was no single response. The word from her mouth ceased from flowing. Worse than a field under drought. 
I could’ve given an explanation of why and how and what. But that was all impossible. Maybe I wanted her to caress me the same way she did before. So I can write again. There was something in her that maybe I could not let go of. Is it her amusing wit? 
Maybe not. 
Maybe yes. 
Is it her style?
Perhaps. I was never sure of. 

“Oh my muse… Come back.”
There she goes. 
She could not be stopped, as how I could not be prevented from my ‘now-kind-of-life’. 

And then she’s gone. 
Maybe she’ll come back. 

So I can create more paragraphs, sentences, phrases, words and sounds. 

Maybe she’ll come back–

So I can write again.