Hope

No format or anything, just a poem that happened...

I don’t know you
and you don’t know me.
I know things are likely
never meant to be…
but still I hope.

Hope, cradled inside.
Carefully I hide
these tingling sensations,
mingled with fright.
Anticipation…

of what may never occur.
Yet, still they do stir,
these awakening feelings,
interest, a blur.
Hope…