I’ll be over as soon as I can.
Just wait for me.
Because the last time we spoke your silent pauses became a beggar.
Reaching out to me, panhandling for change.
Not much, just whatever I could spare.
Begging for a shift from this barren place.
Begging for enough to make it through another day.
And I wrote off this silent drifter.
Pretending that I wasn’t being called to help.
And I couldn’t shake the feeling that it left me with as I walked away.
The feeling that I had let you down.
So I’m making my way back.
With pennies for the thoughts that you can’t afford to hold.