by Angel Liu

Created on: September 24, 2010   Last Updated: September 25, 2010

Hope?

I am only thinking
I must leave you
before you leave me
before the great wide swath
of your goodbye slices through
to bleed me

I am sick of my self-pity
and the traps the past has left me
the ones you know nothing of
with your smooth broad brow unmarred
by time or care or pain
you kissed me

So thoroughly the last time
I took it for something deep
like a well full of water and I drank
and drank and drank
relieved of the desert plain and
the fine ash dust of forgetting
what it's like to be alive
and actually find what I desire
next to me

my heart is used to the sound of breaking
that in silence it trembles
nervously, thinking what, when, where
is the next drastic calamity
yet it innocently hopes, like the sweet
child eyes of the aged
that it will see something new again.
Something like hope personified.

I see you tomorrow night
And I am terrified.

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