Imagine a moment in time.
This moment, today.
Imagine the one who teases, beguiles, and leaves you passion-spent and empty.
Your muse.
Imagine a journalist.
You.
Imagine you could for this single moment hold her interest long enough; what would you ask?
Why do you leave me when I seek hardest for you?
Or,
Where or to whom do you go when you aren’t by my side?
Or,
What are your favorite snacks?
Or,
What is the difference between normal ketchup and fancy ketchup?
What would you ask?
.
With apologies to Ray Bradbury
This moment, today.
Imagine the one who teases, beguiles, and leaves you passion-spent and empty.
Your muse.
Imagine a journalist.
You.
Imagine you could for this single moment hold her interest long enough; what would you ask?
Why do you leave me when I seek hardest for you?
Or,
Where or to whom do you go when you aren’t by my side?
Or,
What are your favorite snacks?
Or,
What is the difference between normal ketchup and fancy ketchup?
What would you ask?
.
With apologies to Ray Bradbury