Fleeting Expectations

Time is fleeting.
I stop and I start.
I have waited so long.
Will this be the time?

I pick them up. I dust them off.
Years of dust and clutter.
Years of pain,despair and hope.
Fleeting expectations.

Daring to dream again.
Am I strong enough this
time to see it through.
Daring to believe again.

I look through them
page after page.
So much of my heart and soul
there for the world to see.

Nobody sees. Only me and
all I see is the dust and
the clutter soon forgotten
until next time.

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