I miss my husband.
The warmth of him,
The steadiness,
The kind of love I was meant to grow in.
I want a man’s love
But not just any love.
A Godly man’s love.
One that sees me.
One that honors me.
One that stays.
I’m so lonely.
Some nights it echoes like a prayer
I’m too tired to pray.
I feel I was meant
To be in a relationship.
I was meant
To be married.
And sometimes…
I hate her, myself
Maybe not fully
But enough to feel it sting.
Enough to wonder if she’s part
Of what took that love from me,
Or kept it away.
There’s a silence in my chest
That used to be filled with laughter,
A bed that feels like absence,
A life that feels paused.
I wasn’t made for this kind of alone.
But I’m still here,
Still breathing,
Still hoping.
Even in the ache.

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