“I’m positive. There is love for it. It is a game, but it’s always more.”
“I can do this,” I whisper this to myself again and again and again.
There isn’t a choice in her path.The ghost of my ache sits on my shoulders.
The lights are on. I can see.
“See the truth in me.”
“I don’t see a thing.”
The rain whips in the truth we are seeking.
“The road bends, but if we keep walking onward, we will find it.”
“How can you be sure?”
“There is a feeling in my gut.”
“It’s enough to go on?”
“It is for me.”
“My logic warns against this.”
Our hands join nevertheless.