Lost Hope

birds, wire

I know your language
I sense the hesitation
I brace for the pain

skewed perhaps, though I think not
the time will come soon

sixth sense alerted
and so I keep my guard up
watching and waiting

his interest wanes
interactions grow colder
and he drifts away

I am not a fool
I have seen it all before
I’m still not ready

Photo courtesy of photographer Heather Hanson