They say that women don’t need men, and I believe that to be true. We don’t need men. But, by whatever powers may exist, does my young heart lie awake late at night and long to feel what it has never felt. My eyes wander to the moon and my soul out the window, in search of some companion that my selfish belief in fate says must be out there. Somewhere. I am searching.

…what is this?

Is it…

No.

It can’t be.

But…

It looks like…

Good news?

And a feeling, something almost forgotten.

Hope?

Shhhhhhh, no no no no no!

We mustn’t jinx it.

It’s so rare

That if we lose it

I’m afraid we won’t get it back.

Still, this

Strange and 

Unusual feeling?

It’s hope,

And maybe it’ll stick around.