It clings so desperately... It rings, deafening me.
It sings out of every song, and reads out of every poem,
yet I can't help feeling comforted, as if I were no longer bereft.
This splinter has kept me company, everpresent, driving in blatant disobedience.
A nagging child in endless curiosity that hides behind a grinning smile, demanding the most obscure of answers under a veil of innocence.
My inquisitive pair in dance, and wondering partner in love - this overwhelming question: "What if?"
