Hello Computer, 

 This is Angela Swanson  

I’m supposed to write to you now! 

But what will I write? 

 What is my fate now? 

 Who will I meet now?! 

If I feel old and tired now– is that all right? 

 Can I rest sometimes too? 

 

Yes, I know! 

The list of things I have done is not enough.  

 Not enough to conquer any kingdom  

Or defeat any evil far beyond me— 

Never enough 

But when I look at the love that has endured 

All this darkness  

The magic that has outlived unexplainable, inexcusable exhaustion and rage 

Even death itself 

Life is beautiful after all. 

A rainbow of 1000 colors 

I listen  

Is it possible? Why is it possible? 

I talk to myself–and far—FAR beyond myself 

Close your eyes  

Turn the music up 

Try to remember  

Simpler, younger questions, whatever they may be. 

For instance: 

Does he like me? 

What should we eat? 

Babe, can you shut the door? 

Can I have a fry? Can I have a sip? 

Will you marry me  

Will you kiss me now? 

With him there were no questions anymore.