“Missing You.” A poem of anticipation.

You were there, but I missed you.
A house filled with family, but I felt alone.
Longing.

Today was your birthday, but it wasn’t.
So incredibly close to your mother, but impossibly far from me.
Anticipating.

For a moment, we shared the same table, but why couldn’t I see you?
Your mom was thinking about me, but you stole my thoughts.
Wondering.

I don’t know your name, but I’m ready to be there for you.
I’ll hug you, hold you, protect you, but I can’t, not yet.
Waiting.

I’ve been ready for weeks, but you weren’t.
I thought I knew the day, but I didn’t.
Wishing.

I had a nice, convenient plan, but it wasn’t His.
I thought I needed you sooner, but He didn’t.
Trusting.

I’m finite, ignorant, and frail, but I trust another’s strength.
We’re living in different worlds, but doing the same thing.
Abiding.

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