By my side, down to ride,
holding, never folding,
always consoling.
Forever, I’m hoping,
secrets, but you know them.
Glowing,
consistency, always showing,
giving, never owing.
Loving,
If I go, are you going?
Flowing, never controlling.
I begged the Universe for you,
but she said myself I am still outgrowing.
I prayed, I prayed, I prayed.
She said he is on the way, on the way, on the way.
I trust in your timing, okay.
She said he will come, and he will stay.
But still I pray, every day.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 