hope misplaced ... a poem

hope misplaced


I'm going to take off my cool
for the next man
Practice holding hands
with my own hand

Let my dreams tuck me
in bed at night
Wake up, get up
to clearer morning light

Disappointment comes, but it doesn't have to stay
I'll save my hope for another day

I want more of him. He wants less of me
My tongue yearns for fruit from the forbidden tree

Knowledge of his mind, discernment of his thoughts
If I had my way, I'd snatch his tongue and make him talk

But instead, I'm going to take off my cool
for the next man
Practice holding hands
with my own hand

Let my dreams tuck me
in bed at night
Wake up, get up
to clearer morning light

Disappointment comes, but it doesn't have to stay
I'll save my hope for another day

When I finally let go, my hand muscles relaxed
I loosened my grip. I noodled my grasp

I gave my heart some breathing room
I took back the piece that I gave to you

And now I'll take off my cool
for the next man
Practice holding hands
with my own hand

Let my dreams tuck me
in bed at night
Wake up, get up
to clearer morning light

Disappointment comes, but it doesn't have to stay
I'll save my hope for another day

Surrounded by lovers in a lonely room
I sit quietly and wait; my time is [coming] soon

Hope doesn't disappoint, but disappointments do
and so do fantasies, and so do you

So I'll take off my cool
for the next man
Practice holding hands
with my own hand

Let my dreams tuck me
in bed at night
Wake up, get up
to clearer morning light

Disappointment comes, but it doesn't have to stay
I'll save my hope for another day.

~cdw
11/30/11