Hope to Stop

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Hope to Stop

I approach at my guitar

sitting silently in its stand,

I run my fingers across the strings

but I don’t feel like picking it up.

I shuffle through my albums

but I can’t decide on one

to listen to,

all of them remind me

of him tonight.

I sit on my bed,

pick up my notebook,

trying to ignore the ripped out page

that held the poem

I mailed to him,

the only first draft

to ever be mailed away.

I turn to a fresh page

and just write, mostly

question after question

of which none will ever be answered,

and hope to stop crying

before I reach the end of the page.

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