I think the hardest part

is not giving up hope

when the world


beneath your feet.

To always remember there is some greater destiny,

some perfect wrinkle in fate

that is leading things to be this way.

The hardest part is not kicking off your shoes

and waiting for starvation to swallow you.



It’s the rainbow after the downpour,

the ray of light through the curtains,

the stars that twinkle at night.

It’s in the flowers that die

and lie frozen beneath our feet

only to return, triumphant, in spring

ever more beautiful.

It’s the sparkle in your smile.



It’s what keeps me standing here,

all these years,

though your footsteps have long since past.

But all I can do is hope, and be here,

for the day when you come back.

The End

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