Instant

I am, truly, very fine...
Walking, laughing, having fun...
I have never been so broken,
Smiles unsmiled and words unspoken...
I am very, very small,
Lying curled, a tiny ball,
Dreaming not in prose, but verse
A space within, huge universe...
I am hugging, loving you...
Making plans and being true...
But if he comes back, with greedy whispers,
I will choose him, no thought, an instant...