Holding on to hope every day. We both lived through the same time. Our paths diverted, But our memories remain. Pain averted.
Those eyes that yell at me, asking what should I do next? The eyes that I ignore. For that choice is only yours. At the end of despair is there only more? Maybe.
With every ounce of strength, search for that light. It will guide you. With every fiber of your being, fight. Those eyes that finally shout at me, are we there?
Eyes that I answer to “Yes”. Your path was more than difficult. I apologize for the mess. We loved and we lost.
We despaired, but we found hope. The only direction is forward. Your eyes that look to me for hope, are the eyes that I work toward.