Everything inside me is screaming for hope
Not for you, but for myself.
I don't miss you, I miss the comfort
of having someone.
I don't miss you, I miss the way
you made me feel.
But I don't need someone
I like the awareness and peace
my situation brings.
I'm thriving... Yet, I miss.
I don't doubt, however,
It'll come again
but the question of when
is pressing.
So I'm through with looking
Searching is passé
It's over.
Not that I don't desire
But the timing isn't right.
Whenever you think I'm ready, God,
Send him my way.
I'll be waiting for Your word.
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