My Modern Muse

I walk into her office. She offers me a seat.

"How are you?," she asks.

"Good," I say.

"Do you feel you are making progress?," she asks.

"Yes,  I feel I am now almost past the point where I have to deny I hear your voice inside my head all the time," I say.

"Tell me," she says, glancing at the clock.

On her pad she writes, "Relapse."