Sometimes you feel like a memory.
Other times, my imagination.
How many years later, and I still don’t know when I’ll meet you?
I don’t think of you as often as I used to.
I’m sorry for that.
I haven’t forgotten you.
But you seem to be on pause.
Held somewhere in the space between heaven and earth.
I imagine that God is holding you in His arms.
And I pray, Lord, hasten the day to when I can hold you in mine.