Her Presence Is My Prayer

 Hey Da,


I see you everywhere.  

In the wind—you touch me.  

In the sky—you watch over me.  

In the trees—you feel my breath, and I feel yours.  

You're the sun—giving light to my path, showing me the way forward.  

You're the small path I walk on, and with every step, I feel like I’m walking on your thoughts.


I live in this solitude, making love with your memory—  

thinking of you, feeling you, reaching to touch your essence,  

to know you, to see your beauty.


But your face doesn’t stay in my mind…  

and it’s so hard to survive without your presence.


Still, I love you.  

Still, I live with your name.


Your name has become my way of life.  

It helps me let go and move with life.


But Da—my heart is beating for you,  

craving you, aching to see you, to feel you,  

to romance you in silence—just by watching you,  

the way you walk, the dress you wear,  

the way you apply oil, your body lotion…


I want to see you.  

I want to feel you.  

I want you, Da.


I love you, Da.  

My soul aches without your presence.  

My heart is bruised without the sound of your footsteps.

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