Everyday you promise yourself you will forget.

And everyday you break that.

Because the pain is now a comfort.

It's familiar.

It's the pain you know.

It's the pain you know you can live with.

How else could it have lasted this long?

The beauty of the maybe that's never a no,

never an end, nor a closed door.

Who cares that it's never a definitive yes?

Maybes are secret and silent assents.

That is true as long as there's hope.

And you always hope.

Everyday.

Tomorrow you promise to forget.

Tomorrow.

Maybe