all those postcards
conversations over tea
i never knew that your mind wasn't free
i feel much guilt
for never assuming more
not realizing your heart was so sore
a year has passed
and things remind me of you
i still pray to him and hope that you knew
a faithful friend
you listened and cared so much
i pray you always know his healing touch
he can restore
reaching the darkest places
he pulls the mind from hideous places
if only i...
i might think that forever
but he surpasses any endeavor.
so now i pray
giving all my thoughts to him
even when everything seems very dim.
he sees and knows.
he speaks tenderly to me
so i pray that in the last, you too, did see.
love.
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