I don’t want to fear you.
We haven’t even really met.
I have seen you in passing.
You held my hand for a minute.

I worry about what you hold for me.
And what you can’t contain.
You are a stranger.
Hello. I’m Annie.
But you knew that already.
You called me first.

I will stand taller now than before.
He has done that in me.
But my heart is knelt in concern.
And prayer.
In a place where sadness and excitement
wrestle each other until I am tired.

Please be a lot of things.

A home.
A life.
A call.
An address.
A laugh.
A book.
A start.
A finish.
A garden.
An answer.
A dream.

Just please don’t be lonely.

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