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Once I hoped
Once I relearned to hope
Hoped to undo the past
I was not looking
I was not seeking 
I wanted to forget 
A chapter 
The chapter of failures 
The failures I had known
The failures that ruled senses 
There was none
Who could help
The wounded me

In weeks I was a new person
In months I was a stronger person
In months I could shake off 
The Chapter
And in months I knew her scent
And in months I lived in her smiles
Soon it was her 
Soon all was new
The rain was new
The splatters transformed
Autumn’s hues were fresh
Spring’s freshness was back 
Your gaits were the forward steps
Your smiles were the strength 
And your promises 
The concrete world

In that I learned to hope
Hoped to rebuild life
Hoped to replenish 
Life with you
To hope I confided 
To hope I smiled 
That hope I hugged
That hope I caressed
As though it was all that I needed 

I rested on it
I taught myself a new life
I gave myself a new life
Now I could rest 
Now I could perfect my happiness 
Now I could complete my love 
With that I slept 
But In sleep I saw silence 
In dream the silence grew 
Soon it overshadowed 
Then it robed of her smiles
Then it halted her gait
Then it snatched peace
Later it claimed happiness 
Soon it claimed my complete love

But there will be love
There will be smiles
There will be seasons 
Life must live 
Memories must pervade 

But life will not hope
Life will not seek
Life must struggle 
To look at memories
Life must accept the hole
Love will be stories
Smiles will remain distant
Seasons will be paintings
Memories will be words
Hope will banish
But nothing will be missed 
And all will be told
In the name of love  

  







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