Hope Is Love

She spoke in rapid statements
about perpetual promises.
Fall in love with another;
I urged her, professing I was not a keeper.
Keep looking for someone to snake
winding roads drunk after midnight.
She promised to bend my will.
I explained hope broke my heart
asunder last September
back when she was my hope.
But it won’t stop me from opening my
door to her next December.

(To anyone who likes this post, thank you so much. You’re my hero.)

Twitter – @AC0040

(© 2023 AC)

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