I wonder
if it will ever happen again,
or this is what is meant to be,
maybe my hope I am trying to sustain,
maybe my hope keeps me blindedly,
thinking that this is all just a nightmare,
and like the weather after a storm,
all the rain will be gone, and clear,
and gone these hurt feeling that were born,
if I was to say I felt no anguish,
that would be nothing, but a fable,
as for you I have been languish,
maybe one day we will be able,
things will not be this way,
but until then, I keep you in prayer,
each and every single day,
because I still, and will always care.
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