What Would Happen If I Snuck Back On the Scene?

I'm done with this.

I was.

But sometimes I'm not. 

Every once in a while, I want to say a thing. 

Just a thought that comes to me that I want to put out into the ether.

Last night, lying next to my husband, enveloped by his freckled arm, I thought: I'm so glad all those other possibilities didn't work out.