This hope cannot be mine.
It makes no sense.
And so I laugh at it,
as often as it laughs at me.
Jolting me awake
when the pieces of my heart
trudge off,
begging,
"let us rest here."
Hope blows the whistle,
calls them into line.
You need not remember
where you belonged,
Hope whispers.
Here we are building
something new.
