word came finally one week beyond the two week waiting
this alone too much to hold hope
should’ve known
what does one do with desperate disappointment
the disillusionment of hope dashed against the sides of the screen
a simple email suggesting an end
where an end is not yet able
for it to be I would need to be gone a final breath drawn yet I am still sucking in air
gasps between heartaches
so tired for the disease of hope
transformed into despair
who is one human
that the world does not see it
and offer a hand of appreciation
some would say it is everyone
that my anger contrition discouragement blinds me to the hand reaching
I am not so sure anymore
if a hand were held out shouldn’t it be undeniable indistinguishable
from the one that just reached out and pulled the rug
I can’t see it