HOPE;

Some loves begin like a gentle rain,

Soft and pure, yet touched by pain. 

They bloom and slip away,

Just like the sky

That turns blue 

And fades into grey.

For with or without 

Life goes on but

The promises lingers, 

Memories echo and,

The hope never dies, 

For what was promised, but never came. 

The days slipped into weeks,

Weeks into month, 

Months into year,

And you came, not anymore.

Promises never drifted,

But you stepped away

Not just out of heart

Rather out of sight, 

Further beyond oceans. 

Do the promises lingers 

Or knows the wait I keep?

If waiting is an art,

I would be the masterpiece 

Because it’s mind over matter.

The hope still continues;