She was fond of making plans.
She loved organizing her life.
Printing calendars and filling them with colorful captions.
Endless pages of to do lists and reminders,
Things always went the way she planned them,
Though, he was unexpected.
He came one day,
The schedules were broken and never remade
Calendars and lists didn’t make sense anymore.
He was all the chaos,
Unpredictable,
Unorganized.
And one day, he left.
She wasn’t prepared
No plans had been made
No measuring of causes, consequences or risks
She was lost without a compass
She only had the strength to write a last reminder,
A last ‘to-do’
She wrote one word, representing an action.
She wrote:
Noose.
