hope is an uneasy

friend to me

we walk side by side

but never hold hands


we have a grand time

a stomping strutting gleaming time

a champagne and caviar time

a never go to bed time

I feel a little bit golden then

but when it gets brittle

it cracks

and when it’s dark

the lights from the city

wont sparkle

I remember hope

has no love for me

so I take my restless friend to bed

I wait out the lonely

and I am

while hope rests



2 thoughts on “Hope

  1. tender, unexpected and gently observed parts of this poem remind me of Emily – the uneasy friend you take to bed. In my case it’s often fled before I wake, or is on its way out the door leaving me wondering whether love was just a dream. keep writing, Courtney x

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