Divine Intentions
Dear Nana,
Your presence is cold.
The feel of ice has become an all too familiar occurrence.
You are an all but unwelcomed guest.
Although I must admit,
Seven years I have awaited a visit.
Such a prolonged time,
Yet you still lack the perseverance to do so.
You left me behind,
I suppose that means I should let you go.
My heart now empty and broke,
I will now stand before you and all of pure intentions.
Accept me.
For I have always accepted your presence,
Your divine intentions.
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