The rest

When next you see me, I'll be pretending again.
Don't recall me from my tomb unless you're staying.
Tangibly. Emotionally. Connected.
Of course not geographically;
I know you're called elsewhere.
Not continually;

You have a vibrant life.
Never inappropriately.
But if you're going share life with me,

Deep and lasting friendship

Born of deep but healing wounds
And rooted always in our Savior

You are always welcome

And I'll come out again to play