HOPE
is the blackened screen
on your telephone, after you
come back from having had
left it alone.
TO CRASH
the feelings down when
nothing is revealed. and again
are ripped open wounds that
we [almost] just healed.
STARE.
a powerful force, you plead
with your eyes. 5 minutes, no
luck...was at least worth a try.
FALSE
hope overcomes you at the
sound of its ring. mother,
just mother. the name
hurts and stings.
IT'S NOT
your boy, though you hoped
he would call.
silence and nothing. your
heart slowly falls.
WAIT now
on the sound
that you know
you won't hear.
minutes pass by--
they feel more like years.
SO AS
that silent
black screen, confirms
your worst fears,
all you can do, is cry onto it;
Tears.
Author notes
i write about the stupidest shit.
