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Hands trembling

heart beseeching

Peering over your shoulder

I wait for movement

But you stand Frozen

In a stillness of serenity

Your heart is wrapped around the words

carefully emitted from your lips. 

Your hands fumbling

with the tattered sheets. 

Your eyes gaze past 

fading words.

With your heart filled 

with supplication

as your statue like figure

melts down 

into a bucket 

of altruism. 

And you pray. 

For Self.

 For friends.

For family. 

And as your shadow stiffens,

and your prayer comes to a close,

 I wonder...

did you pray for me?