Wishful Whispers by Trisha Rapley...
Updated: Oct 21
I say your name quietly to myself, more at night than the day.
And every single time it makes me smile.
Not only am I filled with the memories I have of you, but the way they made me feel too.
I often wonder how long it might take before I see or hear from you again but then I remember no time will ever be a waste praying for your return.
So just as I have before, I will wait and hold the space I need for you until you return.
Until then pray; I will that you are merely just wandering around looking for the right way to head back to the only place you belong.
Here in my arms.