I
hope Melissa Faljer
It's
been two years, has
the pain
and
my
fill
it? It still hurts.
with things so
life
can
I
try
my
best to ignore
forget to feel
I
it,
but
it still
hurts.
not mutual,"
"It's
from
that
mind
as the east
"But what about
my
far
gone
from the west.
is
that
one time?" That
little
voice gnaws at
heart.
"No."
I
my
shake
was just
say. "It
"What about I
I'm as
say, "It's unrequited."
I
head and
a formality.
was just
It
be nice."
to
of those other times?"
all
tell
Hope
to
go play on the highway. She
falls
silent.
long?
So why does it still hurt? Why have I struggled with it for so Maybe it was because there was never any closure. All it would
have taken was a simple, "no," yet to receive that.
think about
I
I
wasn't even fortunate enough
demanding one
—
a
"no"
that
would
Hope for good. Then she would never make me unhappy again. Then she'd leave me alone and wouldn't have to forever wonder what could have been. "What am I, a 9th grader?" growl as dismiss the thought. silence
I
I
I
Why many it?
Why
know
do
I
need a concrete, audible answer? I've asked so
times, verbally and nonverbally,
should
it's
I
lay
useless?
my pathetic,
It's
when over move on.
is
"But to
over.
I
She just doesn't get
She can't see
that song!
should
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need
bleeding heart on the table
because of Hope.
this troubling thought.
why
that
I
The words were
glare at her as it.
I
to
hear
when
I
brew over
She doesn't understand
have no other choice but for you!"
She
cries,
to
unable
hold back any longer.
"No
they weren't."
"The poem!" She
I
mutter,
still
deep
in thought.
insists.
"You're looking for things that aren't there,"
I
say, bothered
by her obvious naivete. "But Doubt
"
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^soufriern adventist university legacy
