That Hope
There it is,
That hope,
that flicker in my gut,
that disgusting hope,
for more than is possible,
There it is,
that barely conceivable spark,
that feeling of stupidity,
that horrid emotion swirl,
only you can start.
There it is,
That hope,
that love-drunk nausea,
that memory brought suffocation,
hope for you, from you, forever.
poem by Jess Terry
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