Desperate Prayer
I’m begging,please,
don’t let her die.
She’s my heart,
my light,
my kite—
and I am her string,
her lantern,
her home.
If you can hear
these feeble words,
if you listen at all
to mortal cries,
every fiber of my soul
needs her,
will dim
without her,
begs with
the only words I have:
please,
don’t let her die.
Please,
grant her half my breath,
take half of my time
and let her live it out
with me.
Please,
take my sight,
my voice,
my right arm,
as the price
of her heartbeats.
Please,
give us more time
together,
to live the future
we took for granted.
Please,
don’t let her die.
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