A Time To Cry

She sits silently, staring at nothing, thinking. Then, her eyes cloud over with tears, her face reflecting all of her fears. All she feels is hurt inside, a stab at her heart she can not hide. she lives her life, day by day, showing no one the hurt that eats away. then at night when no ones around, she prays to God that hes safe and sound. she looks at his picture, sheds a few tears, then goes to sleep wishing that he were near. This goes on for a really long time, the hurt getting worse, searching for a sign. She loves him, she really does, but hes so far away, tho she promises herself hes really with her everyday. she needs him, cant imagine life without him. "theyre a match made in heaven" all her friends say,"shes so lucky to have him" is what I hear everyday. I know Im lucky, I thank God ALL the time. I just wish I could see him, thats why I cry. theres a time for everything the Bible says, a time to laugh, to dance, to die, but right now in this moment, its my time to cry.