To hope is to fear...

You drop random hints,
And she wouldn’t take those.
And then you think and realize,
What the hell, life’s best alone!

But when you sit all by yourself,
The images start flashing in your head.
The holding of hands and the swaying to the music,
And the things eternal, to which these could have led.

So futile it is to imagine things, to dream of days better than the past,
The only sensible thing to do, is enjoy the moment till it lasts.
‘Cause come what may and what may go, since nothing ever stays forever,
Those memories will always ensure, there is hope around, you need whenever.