I Hope

I hope.

Again.

Ever so badly, I hope.

Against what you say, I hope.

Against that sinking feeling, I hope.

Against the finality, I hope.

Against the inevitable,

Against conversations that drown my dreams,

Against words that dash my hopes,

I hope.

Against every second that passes, I hope.

Against the dreadful weight of knowing,

Against this futile throb,

Against pages of wills and won’ts,

Against threatening tears,

Against the impending news,

I hope.

Against embittered vows,

Against tear-streaked oaths,

I hope.

Against the sheer stupidity of it all,

I hope.

And then, I hope some more.

Why, when it’s so obvious?

Why, when it’s so useless?

Why??