When Hope Begins To Fade Poem by Craig Dawson

I write these words upon a train, bound for where I just don't know
like the road we walked upon - no idea where it would go
we followed on together then and lost ourselves as the road it frayed
you cannot judge your destiny when hope begins to fade.

Past train wrecks on the northern line, into the autumn sky I stare
as sunlight fades into the night I find her looking at me there,
her eyes are wet, she calls my name, so lonely and afraid,
you see these things from time to time when hope begins to fade.

I close my eyes, I'm taken back, her walking next to me
I feel her hand reach out for mine, we're lost beside by the sea
I hear the waves upon the shore wash the tracks we made
You feel her presence in every breath when hope begins to fade.

Those words she spoke that meant so much, come back just like a ghost
you hear them ringing in your head the ones that hurt you most
what was to last forevermore leaves you asking why,
You search for answers all the time when hope begins to die

You picture her as she moves on, a life without you there
you wonder does she think of you - you wonder does she care
you feel the bottle in your hand and wish that she had stayed
You drink way more that your fair share when hope begins to fade.

Evening calls in drones to you those nights of broken sleep,
you dream of her as if awake, the memories that you'll keep,
that haunt you through your waking hours on to the bed you made
you toss and turn with dreams of her when hope begins to fade.

My eyes are wide, I hear the sound - the train pulls to a stop,
the screeching cry of steel on steel echoes through the block,
I walk the streets and I embrace the decision that I made
to drift alone forever more as hope begins to fade.