empty places in my mind
fill up with memories
unsung
unsaid
unheard
denied
a room for waiting
full of
the noise of people
trying to deny their pain
distract from the agony of waiting
waiting
waiting
hope is a thing that flutters
dying within your palm
even as you struggle
to revive it
whisper words of passion
life
desperation
in it's feathery ears
Hope is a thing that flutters
vaporous
through our fingers when we need it most
leaving ghost
kisses on our fingertips
and soaring away into the night
hope is green and white
golden in the light of dawn as it
tumbles back into our hearts
promising peace
soon
peace
soon
forever
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