Every time it happens
Months after the last episode
Or like the last time
Two years after I have ventured down that road
There's a part of me that hopes
Small hopes
Or what first appeared as an adolescent diving-head-first-without-looking
It's still there
And it surprises me every time
Whether it be the child or the hopeless romantic who I hide under sarcasm at dinner for the sake of a backwards sly smile there after right before I take a sip of my wine and wait for the laugh...
Something
Someone
Some alter ego
Some true identity
Hopes
That this is my fairytale
The one who always wants to work it out
For the sake of never being able to imagine waking up to another face in his life
My time
When I've paid my debt with enough broken hearts
To believe
That not everything that has a start
Has an ending
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