“I’ll make time”— when "this" is done, when "that" is over, when life finally slows. All the while, asking me to wait.
So I waited While the presence, love needed to grow Was devoted to "this" or "that" And slowly, the space between us widened, As one "this" replaced another "that" And with each, another promise That never brought you near.
Through the wait, I learned: A love that is true Is made whole by presence; Time given and time returned.
