I have decided that I don't need this new thing
Called hope.
It's fine, pretty, petite, fiery friend, you may have
My hope.
Isn't he lovely? Please treat him well. I think I would have.
I hope I would have.
But we shall never know now, because you played your hand so well.
I can only hope you'll listen to my warning next time.
If there is a next time.
I hope there will be.
Because one day, I won't be quite so content with the memories of those
Who stripped me of hope.