Curled in her bed, a smile would not leave her face. If only she could control time to slow when things went so well .. and speed it up when they were not. No, no, she had to walk through it all because on the other side may be something worth everything. May be, maybe. She grabbed her quill and wrote.
The revellers left the floor sticky
Then what?
The candle used up all the wax
Then what?
Four hearts, perhaps more, broke
Then what?
Truth whispered in the dark
Then what?
Violent beautiful confessions spill over lips
Then what?
A reflection of hope finds home
Then what?
Falling to his knees, rising to her joy
Then what?
Slow steps towards a paradise
Then what?
Fears soothed and expectations voiced
Then what?
I don’t know. But I have hope.

