God is calling me back to you.
Thrice I’ve dreamt of you,
Of you coming back to me.
I acted irrationally when you left,
I blamed you for my shortcomings.
Though sometimes you hurt me,
I should’ve been willing to make it work,
But then again, so should have you.
But I don’t blame you; I forgive you.
I hope that the Lord blesses us,
That hopefully we’ll work the second time around.
You’re brother still asks about me,
And I hope you still think of me.
God knows I still think of you.
I’m trying to expect anything,
But my hopes are getting the best of me.
Because I still love you.
I don’t think I ever stopped.
You never really left me,
My thoughts and dreams kept you here.
My subconscious never recovered from the split, even though I thought I had.
May the Lord look over us and bless this second chance.
Saint Anne, Pray for us.
I still love you.