Long days roll in like floods and wear at the workings of the soul.
The heart aches at absence.
The mind picks and claws for meaning.
I wait for you.
You don’t see me anymore behind the other things that draw your gaze.
I am lost to whisper
I will not allow silence to steal my voice.
Inside I am a lion.
Loneliness is lost in the presence of the comforter.
He is enough.