maybe

maybe today you made a mistake,
broke a mirror, slept too late or
left home without an umbrella.
maybe today you worked long hours
and left your house keys on the bus or
stepped on the cracks or
raised your voice.
maybe no one gave you flowers.

maybe today you didn’t say what you
needed to say, or spoke too soon or
felt regret or guilt
or loss or pain.
maybe today you lost a friend
or cried or screamed
or sensed despair. or maybe you tried
and failed and lost again or
maybe found your first grey hair.

but that was today.

and now this day is fading like
a book’s final page or the
last note of a song. indigo rises
and the singing birds fly home.
and maybe now, full of lightness,
you sleep. wait
for something new.

maybe today you made a mistake,
broke a mirror, slept too late or
walked beneath a ladder.
but maybe then you gave the world
a second chance.
maybe today you believed
in tomorrow.