Three years next Tuesday.
That was the day you left me.
I've questioned God for three years.
I've asked why you were taken instead of me.
It may not have been that type of situation.
But that is just one of the questions
That keeps me up at night.
I wonder what it would be like, if I left instead.
I wonder how my family would cope.
I wonder how it would change you, the way it did me.
But the question that vexes me most is
What do you think of me?
You get to see me in a way I never saw you.
You watch all my mistakes and triumphs.
You know my deepest secrets and fears.
Are you near me when I cry?
Are you proud of me?
Would you still be my friend if you saw me today?
I wish I could know the answers
To the questions that keep me up at night.