God, all I have left is praying—
to seek, to learn,
to be better than I was yesterday.
I crave it.

But what if I am not enough for him?
What if it was meant to be another?
What if he has only come in passing—
wrong place, wrong time,
a missed connection,
a dial tone echoing
that I am merely not enough?

It is terrifying.

Yet, God—
You quiet my fears in the dark.
You place space
between my insecurities and his eyes,
that I may instead
focus on the storm swirling...