The Window stood open and all I had to do was jump.

Although transparent, water can conceal the darkest of nights.

The flood had washed away the day before--

renewing the world by returning it to the past.

I hadn’t expected the storm to return everything to the night before.

I had not expected her.

If she were not lost herself

would I have trusted her good intention?

Otherwise, would I have washed away?

Only when we were lost together

Did thoughts of the future arise from the back of the mind.

An unwritten script extending endlessly

which through conversation wrote itself away.

I confessed to her how I wrote to fill the blanks.

Not only to pass the time,

but to bridge my understanding of the world

As I had never left home.

Her insight from where I'd never gone

opened a window in my mind.

One which I would leave open

in case she might be blown in by the wind and rain.

But until then days passed at my desk.

And a soliloquy emerged

jumping back in time

to when we met in that storm.

If I hoped to meet her again

In my mind

the window stood open

and all I had to do was jump.

Her words carried in by the wind and rain

Beckoned me to travel to the places she'd been

Reunited by soliloquy at long last

I welcomed her home as an old friend from the past.