Muse Out West - a poem

I'm trying to find my muse
I last saw her somewhere out west
She was tired, that fact wasn't news
But I'd hoped all she needed was rest

Instead, in the mind I find myself lacking
And also very difficult to write
I'm sure I'm not the only one tracking
That I only seem to write late at night.

I hope she's safe, where ever she may be
And that she's able to be warm and dry
Would I knew how to have her back with me
Because I do not want to say goodbye