The Believer

In the winter of discontent she was living inside a small tent. He had left her for good and he was a small hood but she couldn't come up with the rent. After Spring came the Summer, then Fall then one day she had heard his voice call. he was ragged and thin with an unshaven chin and her tent was, remember? too small. 'Take me back I will love you forever I adore you and pledge I shall never turn my back on you dear...' (he produced a small tear) she was lonely but not very clever. When she washed his old clothes in the lake he was resting and barely awake. and when she returned it was time that she learned. He had taken her tent, for God's sake. But she never gave up in believing nor thought of despair or of grieving. At the Pawnbroker's shop he had made a brief stop yet she still would not label it thieving. And today she is sitting alone in a meadow where grasshoppers moan. as she prays to the gods she considers the odds that the Heavens will send her a clone.