these days

I feel my faith wavering as I wonder if we will ever really be together.

I have been battling depression as it seems our future is a bleak possibility.

I try to stop the sobs wanting to escape when I think of the events we miss out on each other.

I wipe quickly the tears that escape from the pain in my heart that squeezes out the joy in me.

I pray for endurance as I wait on the day I will see him again.

I yearn for a sign that one day he and I will never be this far apart.

I beg the Almighty to make this “one day” very very very soon.

I count the blessings: having him, seeing him, talking to him, being loved by him.

I wait some more. Even though it seems so long.

So long.

So long.

The waiting seems so long.