3:30
The mark of the first
The time when she will enter that dark familiar place
The time when she will see everything through her eyes alone -
Hear everything as she hears them
Feel everything as she feels them
Process everything as she, and no other, would process it
It's the first -
Her first
She walks in brisk not wanting to miss that mark
She stretches out her hand hoping to catch a ride
Fifteen minutes
That is all she got
A white four-wheeled vehicle stationed before her
And with not much ado she finds herself inside it
The wheels turned and traced the road
And with few minutes to spare
She got there
3:30
For One
She grabbed the small piece of yellow paper that she was given
Walked inside the darkness
Found a place of comfort in the darkness
And stared at the brightness before her
There she was
She and no one else
She laughed at every witty line
(Others were laughing too, but they weren't laughing with her)
She caught her breath with every thrilling moment
(Tightly holding no hand)
And of course
She cried
Oh yes,
She Cried!
But she covered her own eyes and wiped her own tears
(No arm was there to embrace her)
Yes, She was Alone
But she felt Not Lonely
Two hours. Lots of minutes.
When the end was reached her eyes were red
But a Big Smile was on her face
She was Happy. Satisfied.
It was worth it.
She felt good. Liberated. Independent.
And she said,
"I think I'll do this again."
