What Do I Want?

Sit with me in this silence for a bit. We can turn on some music, but only if we listen to the girl harmonising with her kitchen fan on loop, Because that’s the only thing my heart can process. A hug would be nice. A long hug. We wouldn’t have to say any words. You would just know. Hold me, Pray over me. My heart is weary, My hands tired, And I’ve begun to feel everything and nothing again.