I still pray for you.
Not because I think it changes anything.
Not because I’m asking for anything.
Just because
I always have.
I pray for your safety.
Your happiness.
Your peace.
I pray that whatever dreams
you carry in your heart
find their way home.
Maybe that’s how I know
what I felt was real.
Because even now,
when I don’t know
where life will take us,
after the uncertainty,
after the silence,
after everything,
my first instinct
isn’t to ask for you.
I still find myself
asking the universe,
asking God,
to be gentle with you.
To watch over you
in all that you do.
If one day
our paths cross again,
I’ll be grateful.
But until then,
I’ll keep doing
what I’ve always done.
Loving you quietly.
Praying for you
from afar.
Slow Burn Poetry 