Page 65 of New Year's Faye

We shifted into the chorus, and I forced my eyes open, watching the sea of light dance before me in the cold winter air.

"Maybe it's enough to love you from the wings

While you orchestrate everything

Maybe it's enough to catch you when you fall

Though you never fall at all

Maybe it's enough to know your perfect pace

To match your steps in this dance we face

Maybe loving you in silence

Maybe that's enough.”

My voice waivered on the last line. Turned, ready to launch into the final chorus, and that's when I saw her.

Faye.

Standing in the wings where she always stood, but different. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, and in her hands... was that a laptop?

I turned directly toward her, singing to her, pouring myself into each word, each note, each breath.

“But what if it's not enough?

What if I'm tired of pretending?

What if every song I've written

Has been begging you to see

That maybe we could be

Everything we're just pretending….

Maybe it's not enough to watch you anymore

Maybe we could be something more

Maybe it's time to step out of the wings

And show you everything

Maybe loving you in silence

Was never enough at all

Maybe we could be something more

Maybe that'll be enough

But what if it's not enough?

What if I'm tired of pretending?

What if every song I've written

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