Every Monday morning, I pray you have a good week
Every evening, I pray you fall in to a sound sleep
Every Friday, I pray your weekend will be safe
Every Sunday, I pray you are in a peaceful place
And sometimes, when I’m feeling selfish, I pray you will be mine again
An atheist caught in a cycle of prayer.
Sometimes I wonder what I did to lose you, then I remember I’m the first woman you’ve ever fucked without a condom and you won’t ever trust or love anyone as much as you trusted or loved me. I didn’t lose you. You’ll be back.
A wise friend once told me, patience is a virtue.
You were right.
So I’ll wait for you.
Seconds, minutes, hours. Days, months, weeks and years.
Don’t worry, my love, I am not actively awaiting your return.
You would not want that, and I am tired of being sad.
Just know, I’ll always be yours.
I am sprung on you, my love, and I do need you back.
Just not today.
And probably not tomorrow.
But I’ll be waiting, sweetness.
How did we get lost?
I miss you.
The love we made, laughs we had, thoughts we shared, and highs we experimented with.
I miss it all.
I need you.
Your kind nature, ritualistic behavior, reserved conscious, and patient demeanor.
I need it all.
“Hello 911, what’s your emergency?”
“Hi, I’d like to file a missing persons report.”