Hope Died

I.
I took babysteps towards the
window, slowing anticipating
the sun to rise. It
reminds me of tomorrow,
and the day after that, and after that.
I did not want to look back to
the day Hope died.

II.
I woke up and I heard the
heavy sound of my heartbeat.
My eyes were seeing, yet
they weren't. It was like an athlete
using crutches during a game.

I was handicapped and
I hated it.

III.
I closed my eyes and I saw
endless darkness. I wasn't
crying, yet I was. I was dreaming
in an everlasting pool of dust.
Beautiful, yet sacred.

IV.
He glared at me, his anger
overwhelming. You used me
he had accused. I didn't, I didn't,
I didn't . You turned
your body around and
walked out the door. A part of
me died inside as I stared with
dread. Come back, come
back! you loved me.

V.
The words are only whispered.
our mouths triggering thoughts
that weren't there. I love you.
The wind carried the words away
from us, far far away. My heart
could not follow it.

VI.
A few weeks passed, then months.
I slowly forgot the longing of wanting
to be loved; instead it's replaced
by a heartbreaking plea of wanting
to love. Unconditionally.

VII.
You walked up to me
on that rainy day and introduced
yourself as Hope.