I will wait for you —
not with clocks or demands,
but with a calm
that knows some things
take time to arrive.
I’ll wait in the soft hours,
in the spaces between messages,
in the moments where wanting
learns how to be patient
without fading.
There’s no rush in this.
No pressure to become
what we aren’t yet.
Just a faith that says
when you’re ready,
I’ll still be here.
I will wait for you
the way the tide waits for the moon,
certain without asking why,
steady without needing proof.
Not because I have nothing else,
but because you are worth
the quiet choice
to stay.
Through the Fog 