Another little poetry tidbit~  This one's a little short, but it's part of a series of poems concerning the time Mike and I were apart in high school but I still acutely remembered him.  I spent some time trying to conjure up all the strong emotions from my past that I never really had a chance to get out or express the way I'd like to have done, and I found a true wellspring of inspiration in that.  Enjoy~

Muse

From the very moment you entered my life,

When I wrote, if I wrote,

Somehow you always sneaked in,

Like an insight-thief, like a thought-stalker,

Like a small slip of yellow laughter in the dark

That I secretly, deep-darkly wanted,

Making me wonder why and why me?

Poor girl, obsessed with something years gone

And forgotten by everyone else,

Even by the dear inspiration.