God’s been knocking at your door,
with your name written on his hand
in the shade of pink that you loved as a girl.
He’s counted the hairs on your head and numbered your days.
His hand was on your shoulder
as you cursed the world for leaving you all alone.
And as you wept alone in your bedroom,
he painted the sunset just for you.
Only you did not go the window.
You did not poke your head out to see it.
You did not poke your head out to smell his fresh air
and hear his birds chirping.
You did not open the window to feel his cool breeze dry your tears.
The love that you ache for is yours.
And maybe after enough longing,
you’ll stop expecting it to come from the world,
As you are not of this world, only temporarily on it.
Inspiration for Creative Film Project
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