Unlikely Hope

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Looking up at the moon,

Bitterly recanting,

What may have been.

I stare at the alien surface,

Beaten and battered,

Knowing it will never be.

Snuffed out like a candle,

But,a thin line

of

smoke

yet

rises.

Hope

That you'll return from the ether.

-Rachel Morgan.