Age Old Question
by Susan Zahn
It's
funny how people change, ain't it?
If it's for better or
for worse, I ain't too sure.
You know me, the
devil-may-care-if-he-goes-to-hell type.
And my motto: Give
me a safe port, passible I.D.,
a full glass, and a friendly
female, lady or not.
Clear skies and the rest be damned.
One flash of my hazel eyes and I've got a bed for the
night.
One flick of the hyperdrive toggle and our troubles
are left behind.
Well, most of the time, anyway.
But
that's what we wanted, right?
That was the life...wasn't
it?
Live fast, love hard, die young.
What else was
there?
Dark brown eyes,
darker than any black hole.
Deeper than the farthest
reaches of space.
Now, maybe, I think I know what it means
to fall.
I've changed; did you notice?
That gold in my
hazel wasn't there before.
Not like now, anyway.
I
think maybe--finally--I found that too.
Friends.
Responsibility.
Respect and trust.
Commitment.
I don't
know.
What do you think, Chewie?
You think a princess
and a guy like me?
