Little barbed thoughts on a Monday night...


His fingers bent the strings just for her. Only for a second the world was just a song.

Wrapped together alone in the dark, the world was slower and soft.

Some things arrive by surprise.

She wondered how to take a vibrant life apart gently without wrecking its soul.

She wondered how to knot something new with torn threads.

With her chin on his shoulder she watched the world sit quietly and knew that broken things littered the way. If she went.