Broken dreams.
A crushed heart.
The world spins,
but in reverse.
And although nothing
seems to be going right,
nothing is going
dreadfully wrong.
I wake up some nights
and I realize I\'m all alone.
I thought I felt you.
I thought you were lying next to me.
But the space is empty.
My mind tries to fill in the gaps
you left there so long ago.
But I have not given up hope.
For we hope for things unseen,
and I have not yet seen you
or even known you.
Hope is out of reach.
It sits on my back,
in that one spot my hands cannot reach,
and it itches.
I want it.
I can almost touch it.
But I can never have it.
Because once I see
whatever it is I am hoping for,
there is no more hope.
I can only think back
to the time
I was filled with hope.
I can think back
to the time
you smiled at me
and I was happy.
To the time
you told me you loved me
and I loved you too.
You weren\'t lying,
you\'ve just changed.
I think back
to the time
you really were there,
lying next to me.
And I hold on to that thought
just as you held
onto me.
And I think about the moments
we spent together,
laughing and talking,
like we had hope for our future.
We did,
but the future changed,
just like you,
and I am stuck here,
with the same hope
I have always had.