She opened her eyes at the first of light,
Brushed her lips across his forehead.
Not to disturb the remnants of the night,
She crawled so delicately out of the bed.
As she washed away the sleep in the shower,
She pondered the contents of her lesson,
When she brushed her face with powder,
She chose words as today's choice of weapon.
She floated downstairs to prepare her kids' meals
With a red marker, she whispered words of love
Across the brown paper bags with the rough feel
She began to hear the waking above.
Never regretting the path she's chosen
She reminisced her life in Quebec
Had no idea she'd meet a heart that's frozen
As she drove herself to Virginia Tech.
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