My hand trembled in a silent scrawl,
word choice
the meaning in a message,
as the pen moved,
I felt my heart open to the world around me,
turned to the eyes upon me,
a tear in my own,
then stated,
do you see how the choice of a word
might change the meaning,
how the reader
may want to know more,
or perhaps
the words suggest
the narrator really did wonder
why her life might be
reduced to a notion
beyond a simple phrase,
the added meaning,
left him quiet,
wistful, a wishful man,
wanting only
her love
as the teacher became again,
the student of his silent yearn.
Story of an Hour – Kate Chopin
