It was in the late hours of the night, when the trousers
were already half buttoned up, that the words ‘you could stay’ stalled the fingers and gave birth to a thought. A
tentative whispered thought of maybe.
It was during minutes so tense and so vulnerable, when they
were each lying on their side of the bed not sleeping and not talking either,
that the thought of maybe trembled
It was in the stilted moments, when the nervousness
thickened and a shaky laugh escaped from a closed up throat shattering the
tension, that the thought of maybe solidified.
It was in the instant, when a hand found a hand and
hesitated until warm unsure fingers entwined and squeezed ever so gently, that the
thought of maybe grew louder.
It was in the dark of the night, when the sleepy body finally
heard the soul and wrapped its arms around the torso beside it, that the
thought of maybe could no longer be
It was in the early hours of the morning, when eyes opened
sleepily and the arms realized they never wanted to let go, that the thought of
maybe left the mind and settled in