My Muse-a bit of fiction

Where have you gone my muse, my friend? You've been busy, you say, helping another lost soul create. Their creativity has stunted my own voice. I cannot work without your thoughts rattling around in my head. I do not blame you, my muse, for being busy and active. It is truly my own fault for relying on you so much. I've looked forward to the deep conversations and the arguments to propel my work forward into new depths and directions. When you turn your fickle head to other pursuits, I feel bereft and adrift with no direction. I've come to rely on you, my muse to entertain me, to educate me and now I've pushed you away. I've driven you away by my own selfish neediness. I've tormented you with boring commentary. I am a sponge soaking up the juices of your intellect, your insights. The differences we have in viewpoint about goals, life, dreams and ambitions drive me to think outside my personal point of reference. I long for the pearls of wisdom you share, they feed my spirit with their beauty. I haven't asked for much, just a minute or two of your time. Have I invaded your comfort zone my friend? I have burdened you with a task you no longer wish to have. I will release you, my muse, so you can go forward and help other mere mortals with their creative needs. Please know how much you've meant to me in my times of doubt and worry. Without your encouragement and pushing I would not be able to write a simple sentence. I will go on without your guidance, and if someday you return to me, I will welcome your help with openness and eagerness. In the meantime, I will stumble along on my own, seeking my own foolish wisdom. Goodbye dearest conversationalist, so long inspiration....my muse.