I've lost it

I had it, and now I’ve lost it. I want it back. I miss it. I feel empty, and frustrated that I cant’ force it back to me. I had this little taste of how the words could flow, how the story could embrace me, but not it’s gone again. I sit in cafés and try to coax it back, sweet-talking it, turning my back to give it a chance to sneak back, like a small cat, curious, but wary. It just taunts me. I wouldn’t accuse it. I’d just embrace it.

If only it would come back to me.