He had arrived.
He was here.
Now what?
Tears fell from my young face as I thought to my impending future.
How would I care for him?
How would I love him enough?
Do I love him now?
What was I going to do?
He had arrived.
He was here.
Now what?
I still had options.
I didn't have to take him home.
But I wanted him.
Didn't I?
I didn't know.
He had arrived.
He was here.
Now what?
Shay Kuntz
August 1, 1990
For Shane