One lived experience to the next,
We wait in constant anticipation
Of the known unknowable.
We ache, and we long to ache
For those which make us feel seen.
With strength and with beauty,
We uphold our heads,
Or at least make it seem that way,
And smile to divert from the eyes,
Which reveal more than what we can say.

Despite these, we still have been gifted:
To sing, to dance,
To love, and to be loved,

To, when nothing else can be said,
Sit amongst each other,

And hope.