Him


I wait and listen
hope, no.pray to be the chosen one
his chosen one, the one remembered
to feel this way and not have an explanation or a reason
a thought or a prayer or whisper of why I am
when he is near, I can fly, soar, breath under heaviness
achieve what I even thought was the impossible, a fantasy
of everlasting hope and rejoice at the thought that he is
everything, and anything, and mine
my heart knows no bounds
when he is near, it shakes, it trembles, and tears
dreams, thoughts, prayers come alive
he lives, breathes, touches, and speaks
to watch me bleed, my love his river
I care, I want, no.need this time, all time
to stand alone, still, and silent
to reach for him, in eternity

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