the night's encounter making way for excessive cynicism to counteract what i fear is to come: an inconclusive analysis

i saw that familiar face

for the first time

and i realized

that i am still hoping

dangerously

for something beyond practical

and thus the inner battle

persists

for another season in this everchanging story

i'm forced to act in

(for my own benefit i know)

his face

holds me where i stand

keeps me lingering around

without words

only brief visions

of what my dreams would be had i the courage to dream

the courage

to hope for more

perhaps an end to this cynicism?

finally convinced of greater things

like faith

love

what is he doing to me?

i fear he makes me hope too much

i must break this habit

before the sun comes back again

to visit me