It Matters Not Now

You ran scared And I was enthralled Thoughts of chasing you Entered my mind briefly But maybe you were not the one My internal thoughts said otherwise We argued quite powerfully Which of us had chased you away? I thought muse scared you Her imagination way too vivid Muse thought it was my inability to organize Matters not now You are gone and we are not waiting Going along with our thoughts, Enjoying whatever feelings you left Actually developing new ones. Tah-dah! So as you see we are still alive and well When are you coming back?