Hoping.

I saw a woman go into confession today before mass.

She looked just like her from where I was sitting.

God, let it be her. Please, Lord.

What a surprise that would have been. She would have seen me and sat next to me and nudged me like nothing ever happened.

I would have had someone to hold hands with for the Lord’s Prayer.

Maybe this was all just an elaborate joke. And I would laugh.

Anything to have my friend back with us.

But it wasn’t her.

Still praying.

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