83. Trust

Another uneaten meal;

Your husband turns 

The ipad 

So that I see him,

See the worry in his face. 

“I’m at the end of my wits,

I don’t know what to do.”

I pause,

Heartbroken

I’m not there in person 

When I say

Maybe it’s time—

Time To trust

That your spirit,

Your soul,

Knows

What it is doing.