I Pray

Somehow,

You got into my blood,

Under my skin

And into my soul.

Time heals all wounds.

I know this,

But the only thing that a healed wound accomplishes

Is to lock you deeper into me.

I can't bleed you out,

Ever.

I know this.

It's undeniable.

It's an accident of nature.

You are the shards of glass

That are imbedded into my soul,

A piece of me.

I haven't heard of you

For years.

My mind acknowledges the improbability

Of ever seeing you again.

I don't know

where you are.

I do not even know

If I still believe in God,

But I still pray

For you.