On days like today,
A Tuesday at 7 p.m.,
When the day has been long
and my head has woven a web
within itself,

Your hello,
at the end of the phone,
though one hundred and forty-two miles
away —

would have,
and could have,
erased the aches
of every day.

At 3 a.m., she was awoken

Reminded of the blessing of the day.
He walked past in a breeze—
Like an answered prayer.

Cooling the storm of her mind,
Untangling the strings
Of the world
She had created
In her mind.

Water cooling a fiery flame
She had never known
Could be tamed.

Melting the stubborn
Gates—

Her soul wanted to reach out.


But she had been down this path
Too early before.

Yet—
He stood at the end of the path.