Hope

We are sitting outside my house 

talking about life and death 

and everything in between. 

We dream about a 

future together 

and our hopes 

and wishes 

and everything 

presents itself 

with one another. 

Life seems perfect. 

We are happy, 

we are passionate, 

we are in love, 

and that's all either of us 

had ever hoped for. 

We laugh 

and we sing 

and we dance 

and for once in our lives 

we forget the pain, 

we forget the regrets 

and we look to 

what's ahead of us. 

We look to love, 

and marriage, 

and vows, 

and trust, 

and we have each other 

to thank for that. 

And when darkness 

comes around, 

and the shadows come 

out at night, 

I take your hand 

and you take mine 

and we face it 

together. 

— m.f. // Hope