For you, Monika

This one is for you, Monika, even though your Muse is constant, which means that you must treat her well indeed.

She Was Gone—

She was gone when I awoke,
had left without a word.
She had been with me so long
that I thought she’d stay forever.

I wandered aimlessly about,
not knowing what to do.
Without her, I was lost,
a body bereft of soul.

I made some coffee,
ate a donut, and then another,
and a slice of chocolate cake
with ice cream.

I walked down to the lake,
skipped stones across the water,
watched the clouds roll by,
and cried.

I drove out to the country,
to places we’d been together,
searching, always searching,
for my love.

I must come to terms
with the fact that she has left,
but I don’t know what I’ll do
without her—

If you ask me who she was,
I’ll say, with a tear in my eye,
Her name was Muse.

Vi Jones
©March 2, 2006