Everyday you promise yourself you will forget.
And everyday you break that.
Because the pain is now a comfort.
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.
Tomorrow you promise to forget.