"Maybe" is a dry desperate desert.
A scorched and frayed playground for a bottomless basket brain of an overthinker, overachiever, over-analyzer, overwhelmed, moreover
Maybe lies tucked between the satin silk sheets next to should,
shares sugar, neighborly with could,
play dates and carpools with would,
flirts with might,
laughs over the water cooler with possibly
and gambles with perhaps.
Maybe softens the inevitable alternate realities,
like could you believe I actually... can't.
I will never stop reading this piece without having my jaw fully on the floor the whole time. It's. freaking. BRILLIANT