Hour of Belief
Author's Note: I wrote this for our journal. This journal was to write what on your mind; so I wrote about what happened yesterday
Tears falling
Puddles forming
From the melting
snow
The bus rides on
without a care
People on board
Chatting
Laughing
Separated by seats
Separated from your
dying world
That part of your
heart
Is ripped out
He
hugged her
And
not me
The bad news comes
And you sink farther
in
Your forehead
presses the cold glass
The world outside
Sunny
Bright
The opposite of your
emotions
The secret
The one you have
held in forever
Finally
You talk it through
Through tears
Falling again
Through the tears
Belief
That you can get
over him
That you can go on
missing it
That you can do this
You walk home
Kicking the frozen
bits
A guy walks by
You hide your face
To hide the tears
To hide the saddness
You think of the
change
In this last hour
Hour of Sadness
Hour of Belief
