03.03.26
These days, there is someone whose name whispers
that He hasn’t given up on me.
And it whispers when she isn’t talking.
I hear it when
all she does is stay.
My greeds have told it to go. And they’ve regretted it every time.
But the next time, I tell you, it whispers again.
And when I finally believe it enough to look,
she is there.
