I pray for a reason.

As to why I continue to feel.

I crave you,

even still.

I want a reason, 

To all that we lost.

How you held such power,

owning my heart.

You left without fighting.

I guess you gave up,

no longer needing me.

An empty prayer cup.

Others have tried,

to reach where you owned.

I tease and brush off,

Not letting them know.

Only you can heal,

my shattered soul.

No one else 

Can warm this cold.

I’m a broken angel,

with no wings.

A heavenless heathen

who continues to bleed.

If you hear my cries,

Into the night.

Know it’s my soul.

Searching for your light.