"Hope" I don't know what that word means, I think I'll talk to my wife again even though I can't stand her anymore, I see her happy but I'm not, I pretend I care for her and that I trust her, Hey I remembered what my heart told me one day.
(These events are all from the past)
My heart: I can't stand you anymore, my friend, you have been so hard on me
Me: I know that no one can stand me, go, my friend, go.
My heart: Not because you are miserable and sad, you should turn everyone around you into people like you.
Me: What is your business, I told you to leave and I also told it to those who said these words before you, so I will remain alone, my late friend.
My heart: I hold on to a little hope and I can come back to visit you one day.
Me: I don't know what you're talking about, but I'll know someday.
My heart: I will leave you now bye.
Me: Once again I've experienced goodbyes, I think I've gotten used to it.
I'm back in the present: My wife is sick at the moment, she's dizzy, I think someone in the house has left the light on for a long time, you know, she prefers the dark, so I'll leave the topic of hope for another session