Hope is a four letter word, such as love and life.
We look for her in dark matters, and in inky waters.
I row in the Stygian waves.
In your coffin I placed two pennies, one for the ferryman and one to remember me by.
We floated for a while more in our unholy ways.
I saw us crashing, and thrashing below the circling sky.
I wave, gesticulate, and call out your name.
But your hands stay clasped, fingers laced and latched.
I watch the walls divide.
I watched her pass me by.