In hopes of

I throw words

from my lifeboat

in hopes of sinking it

while I am saving you

I breathe the table scraps

from you breathe

in hopes of not wasting any

of your essence in passing

I save the excess

of your body heat

in hopes of garnishment

on cold weather days

take me back

to a place of shared confluence

in hopes of your safe passage

before I had these words as conviction

I look forward to the trust in your eyes

but see by the corners of your mouth

that my hopes are you not telling me

the origins of all these truths of mine