Unanswered - Amber Smith

So that’s where we finally meet

Though you don’t belong to this city

Your eyes are reflecting fear

«Oh God, please don’t make me bitter»

Your smile was not sincere

And you tried so hard to stay witty

The last thing you said to me

«Now you win, but i’m not sure who’s the victor»

Wait — i’m not asking you now to explain yourself

But you have to understand, i won’t descend

Any lower, anymore

For now, it’s like a myth you cling to, always uncomfirmed

Like the catholic God you pray to, unanswered

For how long

Should one hope?