wait for me

it's a tough decision,

but i give up

coffee for Lent.

i start to shake, tremble.

i have a headache

and it's only been

three hours

since Father Smith

swiped my

forehead with

black ash.

i stare at my coffee

machine,

i put my hand on it

and whisper. i'll be back,

don't worry.

wait for me.

we can do this.