There is a lull...after everything was said.
And as my eyes reach across the room to search the tiny reflections in another, mum leans towards me.
She whispers which way it is going to go
As only a true Libran can
She knew before any vote was cast, which way the scales were to tip
But I still hold breath and hope and wait and listen
The rain pounds down heavy on the uneven, streetlamp lit streets
Glistening and shining where black ice was only a few days ago
Its amazing the difference a few days can make
But I know that everything happens for a reason
That is the only thing I believe in anymore.