She's ninety-nine percent given up
But there's still some hope.
She can't seem to
Give up on him.
It drives her insane
That one percent.
That small, unlikely
Miniscule chance.
She doesn't want to lose him
And now she can't let go.
She wishes, hopes and prays
That he'd just let her know.
Even if it was
To confirm the worst of her fears.
At least then
She could let it go.