Hope Poem by Sharma Neha

I stare out of my window
With the little faith left in me
I berate myself
For even thinking about you.
In this turmoil state
All I find is misery.
I abominate myself
For still having hope on you.
Are you ever coming back?

I stare out of my window
To find a disappointed me.
I question myself,
If it is still the right thing!
I fancy the euphoria
That would engulf me
The day you come back again
Or is it too late
To even keep hope on you?
Or should I let go
The things I held onto for so long?

I stare out of my window
Even if it seems implausible,
Forgetting how to be exuberant anymore,
Forgetting how to even smile!
I writhe and wince to my sleep
Remorse has eventually got the best of me.
And then again I ask myself,
Would you have waited?
Had you been in my place
Or would you have given up,
Had I been the one to let you go?