Lost Hope

There are certain kinds of hope that we can no longer feed. Hope for a future with a certain person. Hope that the love we once shared will return.

It is done. It is said. It is made clear that his hope can no longer be acknowledged. This hope becomes self aware. It is put into a cold room, the lights are turned off, the music is cut to silence, the door is slammed shut, the steel bars go up for reinforcement, it is locked and the key is thrown into the middle of the vast ocean. Hope bleeds and dies a slow painful death. Never to return.