I sit here, hands clasped, heart-strings tethered
Closed eyes, I hear you
Small voice, tiny hands, broken heart
Similar, yet different
Both waiting, floating, drifting – apart
Time, they say
Faith, you mean?
Still nothing, I know
Air flows, chest rises, no beat
Hollow, I ask?
Patience, they say – listless
Life passes, always moving, looking backward – out of reach
