My Prayer

What chance does love have,

these worlds apart?

You dancing in different

Sunshade,

Me walking in different

Moonlight.

Connected only by our thoughts,

Hear mine,

I listen for yours.

Worlds saved and people laugh,

Happy at their place,

Home,

Life.

Why then does the heroes requiem

Have to be danced alone.

I know I need you,

But such needs are seen as

Wants.

Want cannot hold my love,

It does not have such strength

to carry its burden.

I do not hold that strength,

as I walk alone,

holding your imaginary hand.

Some part of me whispers,

Quietly,

Hushed below the sounds of life,

That I will see you again.

Such dark whispers,

Hidden prayers,

Are my only savior to my

Self-inflicted

Self-denying,

Selfish,

Burden that I carry.