'Paper Swan'
I'm scared
Michael,
she whispered quietly to the empty room.
And bringing
the paper swan to her mouth,
she felt the cool dry paper touch
her lips
so unlike the touch she desired most.
The touch of his
lips...
She thought of
the kiss they had shared once...
One beautiful moment captured
forever
in her heart and mind.
Was that why she couldn't bring
herself
to just throw this folded paper in to the garbage?
She stared once
more at the cryptic message
the dots so meticulously penned.
How
was she to solve this puzzle, if indeed
it was solvable, when her
mind was so boggled
her thoughts too scattered, to write a
simple
grocery list?
She just
couldn't seem to get her
mind to grasp it.
She ran her hand
through her hair.
She could go crazy thinking about this...
She ran her
fingers lightly over
the folds of the swan, thinking,
his
fingers crafted this
his calm, gentle hands.
She knew she
should forget about him.
That if she were to ever get on with her
life
she would need to banish him from heart,
mind and soul.
But how could
she do that,
when the only thing that made her feel
remotely
safe, rested in her hands?
Thinking of Michael, she could tell
herself
maybe there really was a plan.
A plan that could make things right.
She sighed
deeply, and tucking the
swan in to her pocket, she locked the
door behind her, and headed to her N.A. meeting.