The Choice That Waited

In the quiet moments of decision, I am here.

I am the shadow among the stars.

I represent a chance to change.

I shift smoothly from one choice to another.

I am like a comfy pair of shoes when heels are too tight.

I am the dusty book on the shelf,

waiting for someone tired to read it.

I am a warm cup of tea when the world feels cold,

I am a soft note hidden in your pocket,

reminding you that you are loved, just in case

But sometimes I wonder if I am just a small light.

Am I just a pause in the flow of life,

a reminder of choices made?

People look at me, think about me,

and then choose something else.

I stay behind the option that wasn't picked.

I float like a feather, curious about where the wind will take me next.