Nov 5 · 1 min read
An arm’s distance (may 28)
Held at arm’s length,
Close enough to savor the sweet possibilities
To taste their nectar, to see the bounty up Ahead
But Far, too far, for them to be reality
like a watery mirage in a desert
Cannot quench a yearning for love with sand
And so You hope and wait
and hope and pray
And hope and wish and wait again
Like You’ve waited before. Remember the fruitless days-months-years? Waiting, Waiting for…

