Hope and Loss

There was Hope there

Sitting with arms crossed

In the company of Loss.

Hope and Loss had sat together

On the stoop of Heaven

Many times before and watched

the leaves fall

the snow come and go

and the flowers press their faces out of the mud.

They both had seen countless tears evaporate

into the summer sun.

Hope and Loss had become rather good friends

through thick and thin.

Hope was the one that knocked on

the door of Heaven

But it was Loss that wandered in.