Moonlight Prayers

Night falls again,

And I’m still in the same place—waiting for you to come home.

You say you’ll change,

But your promises live only in the cold air.

I hold on to hope that’s breaking,

Like glass trembling in my hands.

Sometimes I envy the women

Who are loved without having to wait…

But here I am, still choosing you.

And I cry under the moonlight,

Begging God to strengthen my heart…

Because loving you feels like waiting for a season

That never comes.

I pray every single night,

“If he’s not meant for me,

Then please make him better than this…

At least for himself.”

I wake up too often,

Wondering if you ever think of me,

Or if you’ve already forgotten I exist.

Sometimes I ask myself,

Was it my fault for loving you too deeply,

Or yours for never really trying?

Everyone tells me to walk away,

But you’re the prayer I can’t release…

Even though it breaks me slowly.

And I cry under the moonlight,

Begging God to strengthen my heart…

Because loving you feels like waiting for a season

That never comes.

I pray every night,

“If he’s not meant for me,

Then let him become the best version of himself…

Even if I’m no longer the one waiting for him.”

God knows I’m exhausted,

I’m just a woman trying to survive

In a love that never chooses me back.

And I’m still here,

With a heart half-alive…

Still hoping for a miracle

That may never come.

But I keep praying,

“If I must let go,

Then please take care of him…

Because I can’t hold on anymore.”