Worry

Mostly a stream-of-conscience piece

in the anticipatory calm you wait

like a boat begging for the storm

distance says it shouldn’t be an issue

but your love dictates that it is

 

when the greatest gift you can give is patience

letting your day-to-day become your weapon

the long, drawn-out hours wait for a message

a crack of lightning to see everything clearly

 

instead of the sorrowed silence that

shrouds every last burdened breath