If I become an /
irrelevant man to her,/
then what’s my purpose?
Church can ask a lot/
of me, but The Savior can/
never ask too much.
As I lay in dad’s/I read what she wrote./
I’ve dreamed one would write of me/
thusly. None have yet.
She’s ready for me/
once she deletes her wedding/
and honeymoon pics.
He smiles at me from/
her embrace on Facebook. I/
think: “She’s not ready.”
Some day I may be/
worthy of what she wrote: Her/
Love’s soliloquy.
She wonders where her/
past choices have gotten her./
He smiles and stands up.
In the midst of my/
confusion, I’m listening,/
then doing His will.