That was the winter
she misplaced her muse.
Didn’t notice (s)he/it was missing
for weeks. Kept on writing. It was time for the codependency to end.
That was the winter
she found her muse
drunk in an alley.
Dragged her muse
to Detox. Got on with her life.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Found my muse in an alley also, drunk and confused.38 years ago. I quit drinking alcohol, my muse got pissed and went awol for another 10 years. I never did start drinking again, my muse came back but it was never the same, or maybe just maybe my own perception had changed, I didn’t realize it was there all along. Circle of life
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