like waking up and hoping
this would be the day that she would see me,
smile at me, unsuperficially.
i keep telling my face in the mirror,
today will be different,
today will be fun, and it would not be like yesterday.
i go about my business, keeping my eyes open,
and placing my heart on my sleeve,
all the while looking for the smile to match my own.
i have not found it yet,
or maybe i have, but always too late to matter,
and i have to take a pause to catch my breath,
to keep my soul from surrendering.
but today is different,
today will be new,
today i will find her,
and she, me.
why do i keep on?
why do i keep hoping?
if you have felt the wind on your face,
buoyed by invisible wings,
you would not ask again.