Familiar

I showed up, God.

Maybe I'm early because it doesn't seem like anything is happening yet.

At least, not that I can see.

I'm not even sure why I'm here.

Maybe it's just habit.

Or maybe

hope.

Just a little bit of hope.

I don't have much left.

Not today.

Or yesterday.

But maybe tomorrow.

I've been here before

in this place with little hope.

It looks familiar.

Unfortunately.

Or maybe that's a good thing.

Yes, I have been here a time or two.

More often than I'd like to admit.

But I didn't stay.