"'Cause the bravest thing of all is always hope/ Goodbye, goodbye"

There should be a word for the kind of listening that is like "peering" with your eyes.

Something to describe me concentrating on specific strains of laughter in order to figure out who's on that porch across the parking lots, through the trees, where I can't see. 

There should be a word for knowing my early thirties will be the best yet. 

    For that sweet spot during the year when we're the same age. 

       For the way I feel beautiful when I wake up and no one is there to see it.

There should be a word for who you are to me. Just one.

Maybe the word should be "bravery." Maybe "hope."