Hello?

                Can you hear me?

Have you forgotten?

                 Am I placed out of memory?

Have you given up on me?

                 I think you need me.

You need to remember.

                 but you have to listen close,

For i cannot be seen.

                 You must never give up on me

or forget that I am always here.

                                                  Please,

                                                        Come find me.

                                                                           Love,

                                                                                    *Hope

Dear my lovely soon to be,

you were sitting at the cafe when I saw you.
sitting in the corner, with your music playing.
keeping quietly to yourself, thinking.

I did not mean to stare, but what can I say,
you caught my eye.

an elderly couple walked in, the bells chimed,
their time telling aged hands intertwined.
it made me smile.
knowing that love can last.

He ordered his coffee black, no sugar.
She ordered her tea, milk, two sugars.
He nudged Her jokingly and said,
" Don't worry sweetie, I got it this time."
as if He had not paid for Her every
other time throughout their long life together.

they searched the small eatery
only to find that all seats were taken.
at that moment you looked up ,
and without thought, gathered your things.
you directed the couple to where you were sitting,
told them it was rightfully theirs.
He shook your hand as if you were old friends.

you turned to walk away, and met my smiling eyes,
along with my now rosy blushed face.
not knowing what to do I turned away
thinking how I could let you catch me staring.
looking up hoping you were gone,
but secretly wishing you stayed,
there you were, unexpectedly.

you smiled, sat down, reached across the table
took my hand, and said,

" Hello, I'm Brian.
I couldn't help but notice you looking,
but don't worry, I only noticed
because I was looking, too."

With all the love in my heart,
yours now and forever..

A tear slowly makes its way down her face
And this time, she cannot catch it.
Instead her sadness spreads like wild fire
Igniting every thought in her mind,
Lighting all that she knows and all that she wishes.
Dreams turn to bright embers.
They burn magically while quietly dying with each passing second.
Silently dancing, Waiting,
For a breath of hope to restart their short lived lives.

And she drops to her knees at the mention of the end.
And tears drop like small waterfalls.
She brings her hands to her face,
And falls the rest of the way to the ground.

The only thing stable, the cold wet grass,
Embraces her wholly.
It holds tight all her broken pieces, until she can stand again.
But she may have waited too long this time,
And certain parts will not mend.
She needs to forgive, but cannot forget.
The past is the past,
moving on is all that is left.

Hollow images through broken glass.
A flustered reflection, wandering eyes.
A face unknown, once told a tale of beauty,
with sparkling smiles, and shimmering expressions
Frozen in time, paused for a moment, staring.
Staring through your very being.

As it stands in silence,
Holding hands with what could have beens
and breaking bonds, reaching out
to what will be.

You take a breath, and hold it
for fear of losing it shakes existence as we know it,
to the core.
Though a cracked smile shares a sense of hope,
it masks the longing to be found
the eyes hold so dear.

As if taking a leap, you breath out.
Praying that one sigh passes through the glass
without shattering all that is left.

you free fall.
your heart beats.
butterflies flutter.

One wish shadows every thought in your mind,
and your reflection catches their breath.
Maybe the next person to steal your heart,
won't return it broken.

a meadow.
a vast luxurious meadow.
filled with a sea of knee- high mysteries.
all hidden by the endless sway of lime colored grass.
a beautiful sight's to be seen as the gentle wind
graciously causes wishes to take flight,
through magical spores of white.

almost like falling into a cloud
nature's hands reach out and
catch you with the ground

and with that comes a break.
a break in time, reality's ticking
has stopped, for only a moment.
for that moment, the world paused
and recognized your existence.
the same way you recognize its beauty
there is no greater feeling than that of something magical.

like billions of wishes blown into the sky,
knowing that hope soars because of one breath.
time is captured in its very essence,
in a place filled with knee-high mysteries.
a meadow.

Soft, blushing, white-pink petals
bloom from the young eyed naive.
With reaching hands, their branches
pry and ***** at the crisp cold air.
Stretching to find notice,
yearning to grasp existence.
Day after day they listen to the almost
inaudible pitter patter when the sky cries,
and pay close attention to the invisible force
that whispers quietly while passing.
All the while, there is no answer.
In bouncing reflections they look,
though they do not see.
They cannot see.
past the rippled perception,
past the clear mask of emotion,
like a blind man expanding his fingers
diving into the foggy abyss,
aimlessly wandering.