Moments before embracing drunken stupor,
A short while after episodes of coquetry, albeit with folks unconcerned,
To the tunes of a soulful ballad,
She thought a strange thought. An unexpected thought.
It washed over her like a wave, catching her by pleasant surprise.
She stood there watching the musing of her own subconscious.
She thought her thought without judgment.
A thought of effortlessly dying in his arms, with satisfaction.
She imagined a return to the velvet unruffled veneer that was a mystery to all, but her.
No hard feelings, no bonds of longing either,
Just a sense of eternal and fleeting love. Of returning home to-
Understanding. Affection. Sympatico.
What more could she ask for, when she had a place of love to approach the world from?
Thinking thus, she turned over and fell asleep.