O Lord, my every desire is before You; my groaning is not hidden from You.
Walking past the café where a friend used to save you the corner table, you might catch yourself looking down at the pavement until you're well past the window. Maybe you said the sharp thing, or went quiet when they needed you, and the silence since then has felt like something you built yourself.
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