At the end of the day,
When the world stops moving
And I stop giving, serving, doing…
I collapse into my indulgent need
To be selfish.
Depleted and exhausted
Cranky and empty
Closing in…
I offer little
You want more.
I stretch through
You bend too…
We meet there.
My light now dim
We soak it in
Once again.
You always get the leftovers.
You work so tirelessly
All day long
Numbers and figures
That are relentlessly torturing.
The pressure builds high
And the stress overwhelming…
You come home to collapse
Into a haze of meandering.
Not quite there
Your presence murky
Stumbling around the chaos
Trying to gain momentum
To grasp the tasks at hand.
Depleted and exhausted
Cranky and empty
Closing in…
You offer little
I want more.
You stretch through
I bend too…
We meet there.
Your light now dim
We soak it in
Once again.
I always get the leftovers…
This is where we meet.
Life takes us here.
We find ourselves within the leftovers.
We navigate our way around our needs
Pushing, stretching, bending
Around each other.
And realize the richness of our love
Lies in this undying haze.
We filter through and find our fill…
Our love lies in the leftovers.
1 Corinthians 13:7
7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
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