I cried

I cried

Yes, I cried

I thought I could be strong

But that didn't last long

Eventually everything had to come out in the open.

In the middle of our intimacy it happens.

What an inopportune time?

But that is when I feel closest to you.

When I share with you what I give to no other.

"Babe, why are you crying?" you ask.

I cry all the more.

"Will you talk to me?" you say.

As tears stream down my face.

Words I never wanted to say burst forth from my lips.

"I'm afraid," I finally utter.

"I'm afraid you won't come home."

I apologize.

For my timing

My tears

My fears

And the ruined moment.

But what I thought was ruined, was not.

"I'm coming home," you tell me.

I cling to these words like a promise screamed over the swells of the rolling sea.

Your promise to me over the swell of my fear and dread.

And I will be here.

I will pray for you.

Wait for you.

Care for you.

Be there for you.

A source of strength amongst the chaos and uncertainty.

You can count and depend on me.

Your heart I hold and treasure.

As I pray you do mine as well.