Hope
-A cry in the dark, a whisper, it’s like hope sometimes. It’s vibrations are felt, the rushing of articulation, a waiting, expectancy, as sound is cut by the cold wind. A desperate exhalation, syllables formed and muted slowly fading, scattered, scrambling in the dark howling; and the quick flash of a smile, of hope, is shattered. Light falls and evaporates, extinguished from expectant eyes. No tear fall, just the fallen crown, as the bottom drops out.