"Ma'am, will you buy these?" the saleslady asked Claire once more.

Claire looked at Edna like asking her help in making a decision.

"Do you want them? Then buy them," Edna's voice is low. She pity her sister but she doesn't want to show it to her.

Claire got her wallet and smiled to the saleslady. "I will," she said.

Tomorrow, they will go back to their province.  Claire will not ask Ron again to give the original wedding ring to her.

Tomorrow, Claire and Ron will wear the sign that they are husband and wife.

Eyes that are expressive,
Lips pursed in a thin line.
I see hope in front of me,
Am I missing any sign?

Dreamt of being next to you,
Short, silent and shallow.
It speaks of what I have to do,
My mind and not heart to follow.

Eyes show you're a mystery,
Lips pursed not saying a line.
I wave white flag in front of you.
I didn't miss any sign.

**You sent paper to write my days,
A page of hope I can't ignore.
Please send me clarity.
Why give me something to hope for?

.
Gentle sounds that jar as fog rolls in—
Blue Jays knock and forage in the leaves,
Days turn to nights in a cold winter rushing,
Atop a hill overlooking my disappering village,
Darkness is expected as always unwelcomed,
My guest that will not— not come— as I wait,
To hear the lone emptiness of a fog horn blow
From out there, incoming, pray old harbour
Bay. Is it an omen of souls landing or lost?

I’ve been waiting for a sign to tell me what to do next, but I’ve discovered that maybe there’s small hints in everything, that we don’t initially notice.
Like how big you finally feel under a sky of a thousand stars, or how good it feels to run barefooted through a parking garage.
It could be hidden under the words of a kind stranger, or the way he talks to you like maybe you’re more important than you thought before.
Maybe it’s masked by the lacking I love you’s and the way he doesn’t quite feel like home anymore.

I think you have to really look for them, or maybe just let them happen and realize afterwards what you had missed when you saw his hand reaching for yours.
A season of change is scary, but it is okay to shed the old skin of an old version of you to embrace a new reality.
Go towards what makes you feel like running up five flights of stairs to lay in the middle of a roof top in the freezing cold, your laugh carrying through the night air.
Open your arms to what makes you feel warm in the middle of the November wind.
Let your heart explore what you are trying to push aside in your head.
It is okay to feel things that you’ve never felt before, but it’s not okay to ignore them.

Something that you should know as you walk along that track.
Your destinations clear and you are not coming back.

Something to contemplate that might cause a dis-rail. Or perhaps just slow you down as you are destined to fail.

You never read the small print, you never studied well. That's why your on this journey to Hell!

You signed your name in blood to get the things you could.
You never once took thought of if you really should.

You had your fifteen famous, you thought you were on your way.
But you didn't really think how soon it was till you would pay.

And now your on the path to Hell and looking really pale. Because the Devil is 'as they say' in the detail.

Troubled waters rise—
Sands march, locust lost in maize,
Harvest moon sinking.

dear aries,
had i known what love was back then,
we might have made it last.

dear taurus,
you were always everything
i wished i could have been.

dear gemini,
you are a fiesty, wonderful soul,
i love you dearly, my surrogate brother.

dear cancer,
i still remember the first day we met,
but i cannot remember the sound of your voice.

dear leo,
you are worth more
than your protruding collarbones.

dear virgo,
our horoscopes say we are the perfect friends,
but you are a heartless creature and i am afraid of you.

dear libra,
you are vicious,
picking petty fights over nothing,
yet you are still my best friend.

dear scorpio,
god, what a beautiful, fascinating being you are.
how i always wished to be yours.

dear sagittarius,
i gave you my heart,
and now it has two years
and eight batterings worth of scars.

dear capricorn,
i miss our late night storytelling,
i am waiting on an apology that will never come.

dear aquarius,
we are so different now,
i cannot bear to speak to you.
you are afraid of me.

dear pisces,
whenever i see you,
you take my breath away.

ever since i was young,
my gaze was drawn skyward.
i could tell you the story of orion,
and how to brush bernice's hair,
before i could tell you that two plus two equals four.
i know more about our vast universe,
than i know about many of my friends.

if you are not well acquainted with a pisces,
let me give you a bit of an introduction:
we are compassionate, imaginative,
we adapt to whatever is thrown at us,
and my personal favourite,
we are unfalteringly loyal.

however...
we are full of self-hate,
prone to laziness,
we are escapists
and horrendously easy to manipulate.

i believe my horoscope today is complete *******.
i do not feel utterly lovely,
i know i will not score a date
because no one feels for me romantically.
i've nothing to flaunt.
the horoscopes are saccharine lies,
but, those traits? those are me.

my soul is ancient,
i feel the pain of struggles i have not faced,
or rather, have not YET faced;
i will split my soul in two
i will break my bones
i will give every drop of my blood
i will breathe my last breath
for those that i love.

i spent two years of my life giving my heart and soul to a sagittarius.
philosophical, adventurous.
i admired him so.
but his negatives--
inconsistent. overconfident.
careless.
he was a burning house.

my mother, also a pisces, when all was said and done,
told me to stay away from those sagittarius boys.
they're dangerous for wary, fretful fish like us,
who ask 'from what bridge?' when we are told to jump.