In the solitude of the night,
thoughts of a miracle comes to my mind – you coming to me.
But then what would you do?

What would you do?
Would you take me in your arms?
Hug me so tight to squeeze out all the pain inside.

What would you do?
Would you place my head in your lap?
Ruffle my hair so I can close my eyes and fall in a peaceful slumber.

What would you do?
Would you cup my face in the palm of your hands?
Your soft caress soak up all the tears I shed.

What would you do?
Would you bring your lips close to my ears?
Whisper a soft, sweet, “It’s gonna be Ok. I am here.”

Day breaks. I am still with my solitude.
You did not come to me.
The miracle and the answers will come another day.
Or will it?

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