New Hope

He was never mine, but the journey of forgetting him ruined my days.

Having you is a hallucination, you are real but feel like a mirage. We are ever, not extinct. Not giving up, just already.

In the end I can only believe in a piece of paper and a speck of ink as a silent witness to how I once fell and was hurt, until I recovered and kept fighting for a new hope.

Greetings always compact.

By @midiagam