Tell me something, I said to him

While we were sitting

under the broad snow threatened sky
Where does it go? All that hope? You know, the hope
you nurtured, you fought for, the hope you banked on for
a rainy day, for the light at the end of the tunnel, for the
ship whose sail you searched for just this side of the
horizon?
Where does it go when you are traveling that winding road
to the party, too steep and the car careens off the road,
leaving glass and metal strewn all over your heart?
you told me hope is a living thing and now I have nothing
to show for my hope. Nothing to show for the impossibly
long road, all the little tiles I laid one by one, all that
dreaming
Nothing but hope, he said taking my face in his hands.
Open your hand, open it.
Look at that. No one can take it from you
No one can know how it lights your way
The glass and metal will disappear, the fear will disappear
But this will take you all the way
Home.
This alone will make you strong.