Broken Promises

I promised so much, and what do I do? I fail you, that's what. "It'll be crazy" I said. "You just wait" I said. But May 16th came, and went, and all I offer is one measly post in nearly a whole month. What's worse, I deceived. The previous post implied I had been on The Bus, in the rain, with the blossom. Alas, a lie. It was written from fast fading memories of earlier days.
The truth? I haven't spent time with my muse for weeks now. And what good is a bus blog without a bus? No good, that's what.
But there is hope, though I dare not promise. There is a second chance, though I cannot ask for your trust. There are better days ahead, though I turn to look back.
Time will tell.