sitting there, waiting, rising to see miss tomson for the last
time-
to catch a glimpse of what is to come, some insight, or
reassurance
straining to see the inside of her veiled mind- any encouragement
looking for clues, answers rather, about what lies ahead
attempting to discover the unexperienced, before...
understanding not the mystery which is marriage.
what is this madness? what is required?
does she know? and how will i
where are the truths kept.
now the moment comes,
two important words
a breath taken,
eskimo !
I do.