Hope

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.