I think something’s happening.
It feels like I’m moving.
But I’m stuck in a box.
And I can’t see a thing.
It used to be bright.
I used to have company.
And we were so beautiful . . .
We could see faces
Floating above us.
People were pointing
Down through the glass.
And we would shine . . .
But I’m in a box.
And I can’t see a thing.
But I think something’s happening.
I hear someone talking.
I feel myself rising.
And suddenly --
Light! . . .
And she’s crying.
And they’re hugging.
She says, “Yes! Yes!”
And they kiss . . .
And he slides me
On her finger . . .