I still

And I still pray for you 

In the late hours of the morning 

When I'm done tossing and turning

And filling my belly with avoidance

I hope for you for all your dreams to come alive

Plentiful like stars on a country night

Holding them firm to your chest, beholden to you

Like the interwoven fabric on your shirt.

I can't pretend like I'm not hurt

To see you leave

A familiar face now lost to time

A blurry remind of what once was

A blurry reminder of what once was.

And I still hope and pray for you 

In the late hours of the night

Where the morning and night kiss

Beholden to each other.