Maybe Tomorrow
From that day on, at night They wished to the stars for another chance.
"Another chance to love you, another chance to cherish you, another chance to be proud of you"
With closed eyes and hurting heart.
time passed and passed, seasons went and decades ran, generations came and went, they came and left too more than once
They were driving down the avenue, barely two or three other cars near, mind full of issues, bills, money, lunch, their best friend's wedding. So many things to worry about, and as a background the buzzing of the radio.
The traffic light changed to red in the deserted street and she stopped, their thoughts too, gave them space to breathe. Just like the clock that had changed the radio program did too. A soft tune melody and a warm voice made them turn to the panel of her car.
Golden like Meadows, warm and beautiful like no other, speaking words as if they were cotton.
The rest of their way home was peaceful like a conversation with a friend met from a long time, for a while all of their issues lifted from their shoulders.
Even after being back home they stayed listening staring at the night sky and watching the cresent moon glow.
They decided to tune again, and again. looking up for the name of the star filled voice; The man was a radio dj. He was calm and liked helping people, he loved dogs and winter, he was happy. And they smiled. Their heart smiled and soul too.
They tuned in every night, at midnight, between today and tomorrow, sent letters full of stories, and it was ok, for decades and decades he stayed, he came back after every time he had to leave, for his honeymoon, for the graduation of his children.
"I found happiness, I want to thank you all..." He said once at the end of a broadcast a calm March, when it's still too cold for Spring but not enough for Winter
They couldn't be happier.
Maybe in another time we did get a second chance