Fear and hope are sisters, oft confused;
The world has changed so fast since yesterday —
She could not have foreseen what she now feels,
For first times are like strangers in that way.
She wants to run, but also wants to stay:
Her expectation rises, and then sinks —
And why is everything so hard, she thinks.
It’s all embarrassing, and very strange.
To wait and look, but hope that she won’t see:
To relive every gesture and exchange,
And parse out every word to find the key
That can unlock this tangled mystery.
And car goes by, a bird flits through the yard:
She thinks, Why does it have to be so hard?