Not based on hope or giving up. I have strength. To me love is a feeling that is taken differently. Do you give up on someone you love? Or do you keep hoping for something to happen? No! I can’t give it away. I can’t let it go. If I walk away it follows me. All I do is stand behind the wall. I don’t call it hiding because I am here before anyone else. Though I stand. I wait to hear my name. Maybe someone will shout it out. I always come out when they need me. But I keep waiting. I hear everything. And my name is never called. I hear other names. I just stand here. I was standing here before you got here. I was not hiding. Sometimes people don’t bother to look what happens around them. What can be behind the walls. I am standing so close. In silence. No one can hear me. Then I get so tired standing without any encouragement that I drop on my knees. My skin turns blue and there is nothing I can do. If I speak I will only intrude.