Hope

I sat there, without a care
As I wondered, without a hope
My once six figures balance bottom
Hanging lowly, nearer to zero
For I used to be, everyone's hero
Lowering to the seat beside mine
Glancing at me, the blue eyed stranger
Gulping the remainder, I don't bother a smile
'One more, of the same,' I call
She nods, the pretty bartender
'Why are you drinking?' Stranger asks
'Because I'm sad,' I deadpan
He chuckles, the silly man
'Why are you sad?' I shrug
'I lost hope recently,' His brow furrows
'Why did you lose hope?', 'Someone stole'
'How do one steal hope?!' He cries
'Same way you steal everything'
His eyes crinkle, as I stare
He finds me strange, the fool
'How do one steal everything?'
'Oh, there are different ways,
though mine was stolen by a thief
who broke in, in the middle of night,
As I was heavy asleep, drunk yesterday'
'Why were you drunk then,
without losing the hope, precious?'
'Oh, I lost my balance bottom,
the night before and now...'
I laugh, 'I'm gonna lose breath'
I whisper, excited to share,
Leaning closer. 'The bomb. Three, two. one!'
Blast