C-L-S

I've heard that hope is a Vicious thing 

It claws its way up from the soil of Contempt and Despair 

It brings with it the Memories of a past life and the Longing for a future

A house holds memories

One look over my shoulder, and they are gone

The house is so bright

So full of orange light

I have memories in that house

Once, we met. 

My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,

and you

 talked to me with wide blue eyes

and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.

When I think about tomorrow, 

I see the calculus test I have not studied for 

and the five overdue assignments with long-received 

The school board tells us lies

Promising that they understand

Yet they don’t know 

What it’s like

To live in a world 

Where you are seen yet never understood

I hang candy necklaces from the tips of my fingers

All the way to your reaching palms.

We smile like we're kids again. Maybe we always were,

But who realizes that anymore?