Victoria sits down and smiles at a perfect, personal joke
Her fingers finding solace in each other, with slowly raised eyes
A napkin suffers in the turmoil between her hands, a look
Out the window at the fading night, a new sunrise
Victoria shifts a little in her chair as the gauzy window curtain
Is blown back and forth by an unseen draft, unfelt but the room cools down
Slowly…and the joke inside her, a perfect thing, it grabs a hold and
Brings a grin up from somewhere below the radar, fades itself over the frown
And Victoria smiles
Miles and miles
Victoria reaches for the curtain to smooth a crease, straighten a hem
Thinks for a moment and her fingers pause and float for an instant
Waiting for the thought to land somewhere close, to become a memory once again
But it doesn’t and she is woken, wondering where the thought went
Victoria waits but it is gone and she is sad because it was a nice thought
But now it’s not even a memory so she barely feels its passing away
And that brings up something else but she quiets it because it’s not the right time
The sun is up over the rim of the earth and it’s the start of a new day
And Victoria smiles
Miles
And miles
And miles