What is there to hope for?

What is there to hope for I wonder.

Every inch of my body expected that,

the coming together.

Every breath I took, step I made,

was to get closer.

But when the moment came,

she looked through me,

as if I wasn’t there,

as if we never lived wonderful moments together.

That is a perfect gift for all the hope.

Love does play mysterious games.

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