The tiniest flicker of… Fluttering ember, a possibly maybe might be Hope Sparked for a second within my tonight Rapidly darkened by doubts and reason So many maybe’s…variables won’t align There’s not enough time Hope smothered by darkness of “Unlikely” No tears I shed as my mind sped to “Is mother losing her mental acuity?” & questions of “What’s next?” preside as sorrow hides beneath plans of what should be. So what I wish would be again slides to despair… Even if I am, you won’t likely be there… Anyway, what’s an hour to eternity? an eternity of longing