Hope

At first,

I would look at your bare arms,

And see hope written far beneath the surface.

Soon,

That hope changed to hurt.

I had failed the task in every way,

That hurt,

Grew to regret.

But now-

All I see in you…

In your bare, flawless skin

Upon your arms

Is a dream.

The faintest memory

Of a wish,

And of hope

Is what I see,

When I look into your eyes

And at your bare arms-

On this warm, sunny day.