Again

by J.L. Seegars

She is the reason blessings exist. They are born in her eyes and fueled by the blood in her veins. They are forged in her name and written by her hand. She is my religion. Her body is my place of worship, and I will spend the rest of my life at her altar.

I watched every video you ever posted online about how to use it. Sometimes I watched just to see your face and hear your voice.”