[as]

trying to gaze into the future
i can't see past the back of my hand
my sight is hindered by the drops in
front of them.

i ask the future questions
but the future doesn't answer back
it leaves me hanging
not knowing what is coming next.

the questions are still there.
the answers still don't come.
even my words have left.
[i think they took a few months off?]
and i'm still here with nothing.
except a promise.
[several actually. i read them every day.]
especially when i'm sad
they tell me of lovely things in times gone by

and so i hope. and hope. . .

that lovely times will come back again.