Hope.

I walk along,

Like I always do,

Hoping I’ll bump into you.

Wondering what you hope.

Wondering why you don’t hope like I do.

Wanting you to hope.

 

No one ever hopes for me like I hope for them.

It’s as if my fate is to be alone.

Although I still have many years of my life to live,

It doesn’t mean I can’t get lonely now.

And gain more hope.

Instead of losing it.