and she...

she doesn't give it much thought
but it keeps coming back to nudge her.
she can't help but wonder why
something like that could happen
and she : a stranger.

days whiz by with the aid of work
and activity and labour and toil.
but as she sits down to press the keys,
words remind her of what happened
and she : bemused.

so she just waits
(whenever she remembers)
with the prod of curiousity
edging her on with a cheeky smirk
and she : pourquoi avez-vous appelé?

{Finally! its a happy piece of writing. heh. all credit goes to God (: }