Once upon a time,
there was a girl in a cozy green sweater,
sipping her own kind of tea—
yeast and barley, the comfort of beer.

She wandered down the road
until she found a small brewery,
a quiet place to sit,
to think,
to exist.

She often wondered
what it would be like to disappear,
as if slipping into sleep
on a bed of lavender flowers.

The thought comes and goes,
as frequent as her laughter—
light, careless,
but never quite leaving.

She has forgotten the loves of yesterday,
the joy of pushing forward,
the hope that once burned bright.

She dreams of a knight
on a white horse,
golden roses in hand,
ready to sweep her away.

And yet,
when they arrive,
she cannot be bothered.

So she sits,
beer in hand,
watching some silly show on TV,
spinning thoughts into romance,
wondering—

How do I move on,
without a white knight?