I have not been inspired as of late.
I can only look back at old work
and pick out the flaws I see.

Where has my muse gone?
Someplace with warmer weather,
I’ll bet.

I called her back last night,
but she cut me loose,
then boarded her flight to Aruba.

Ever a fickle mistress,
we two are never satisfied.

I’ll keep throwing
darts in the dark
until she returns once more.

I know not what needs to be done,
but I’ll do everything
just in case,
and keep on hoping
for something.

Who knows—
maybe she’ll miss me,
too.

© Katherine Steffeter