A moment

She looks at you, and she screams her anger
Partially from seeing you again,
Partially for all the hours of worry and
Knowledge of sadness and fading health

Hers, yours..

She believed in you and deep inside she still does
(Realistically, not that deep)
The look of love in the mornings
(Even though you may not see with sandy eyes)

When she touches your face
Kissing goodbye
The sweat of the stress imposed
In your body
She holds her tears…

She understands but does not.
She knows there is more than meets the eyes
But she can not read with her own
No longer (or did she ever…)

She looks around and realizes that
Maybe wrong decisions and priorities are affecting
Her live and yours

She picks a piece of paper and writes a note
Than she throws away
And writes again…
“Love you... I hope you have a lovely day”

She decides to read
Notes from others
Become aware once more
Life and happenings
She is hurt.
She does not find any self value.

Because from diminutive notes,
And noticing she didn’t act upon things
Noticing she fears
And she cares
She just let things be…
(Like running away from tornados)

Now she knows that is another day gone
Another dream
Another possible life
And what to make of her own
Self
Life

She writes it down to remember
This is your moment
This is your path
Serenity
Or Insanity
A Choice is only one mon amour…