Enough

The final scenes 

in "Chocolat" roll through

frame by frame

enticing me with

desire for the same happy

ending, but we are different 

names in a different script.

My story doesn't 

play out the same, or

end with a chance

to offer a glass of

soda to the man 

who needed to 

destroy.

This story doesn't end 

with a soft look 

across a dish of ice cream ~

unspoken, but

grateful ackowledgement

of grace received and

mercy given. 

But He asks me, "Am I enough?" 

 "Yes. You are. Enough. 

Always enough," I spirit groan, 

conceding.

If He isn't enough, any scene 

I could imagine to assuage this

grief wouldn't be enough,

either.