A good poem to start your day.

You wrote this with real emotional intelligence. What gives it force is that it never cheapens love, and it never cheapens doubt either. You let both stand there together, and that makes the conflict feel painfully honest.

I was especially struck by the way hope is treated almost like a moral duty, then slowly begins to crack under the weight of reality. That movement is handled with a lot of care. The repetition of “what if” could have turned thin in weaker hands, but here it deepens the feeling of someone circling a truth they can barely bear to face.

And the ending is strong because it doesn’t chase resolution. It leaves the reader inside the real wound: not loving less, but no longer knowing whether love can carry what it used to. That’s a hard thing to write well. You did