When I look at his picture

That giddy feeling is gone.

His smile doesn’t seem as bright as it once was.

I’m over it though – aren’t I?

Didn’t I tell myself this was going to happen?

Something tells me not to lose hope

Was it wrong of me to hope?

Something says I shouldn’t give up

Was it wrong of me to be optimistic?

How long does it take for this feeling to go away.

I enjoyed that past delight, the hopeful smiles

I let my guard down.

But it really is surprising,

I seem to be letting myself down gradually –

Like something small sinking gently to the bottom.

And I keep glancing around me,

Hoping to find someone else to fill that changing space.

Letting the optimist take control again –

Letting in a new delight.