The Mark

Last night she had a dream.
Funny silly n stupid she had dismissed it.
She had dreamt of a question mark the whole night..like it was starin right in in her face swinging like a pendulum between two extremes.
And then she had pushed it aside to see clearly beyond the questions.
To answers that lined up behind the question mark.
To memories that needed to b wiped offf.
Her eyes filled to the brim with a drop of tear...enuff to roll down and wipe the letters off the paper, but not the memories off her mind.
But this one was not supposed to be the lost...For someday later when the present would be made of memories of the past.. wait .. arent memories always of the past.... she definitely wanted to contemplate and think may be it would have been too much of a joy .yeah t(w)o for 2 at once that is.
But for today she jus let the tears roll down and smudge all over the paper and prayed hopin..All that happpens in life is only for the good.

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