When you sipped champagne,

to celebrate the slipping of your life,

what did I have?

He was a chancer,

Romancer,

much the same as you.

I did it on my own,

no help,

no love,

Just me,

and a will to survive,

to feel alive,

and to hope.

Sometimes,

all we have,

is

hope.

 

© Hope 16.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm