Of Futile Hopes

I yearn that one day,

You acknowledge my presence in some way,

In your life and your heart,

But it’s just a hope,

Something scarcely accomplished,

Something that you hold on to,

When you feel your life is descending.

I read you today and felt the pain again,

Will I always be aloof of you?

Will I spend the rest of my nights thinking?

But never knowing you or holding on to you,

Will you ever know the power you have on me?

What your words used to do to me,

When you called out to me,

When you held me in your arms,

When I’d melt in that embrace,

When you'd drive me insane,

Even when your lies surrounded me.

How can you stand in the crowd?

To think of me as just another girl,

When my heart throbbed only for you,

Silly, it hoped that you knew it too.

Who makes me feel better now?

With only a smile and a pen to write,

With all that’s happening,

With all the pain simmering,

With all this longing till infinity,

What else can I do?

But to hope and wait to be whole again.