PRAY FOR ME
Pray for me
that I do not walk in one day
and find your lover here.
There were no holds barred
on this love.
There will be none then.
My smile does not have a flexible manner.
It cracks under pressure.
So,
pray for me
that I do not ever walk in
and find your other here.
My fragile feelings
will crinkle like broken glass
and pour down
all around you.
Copyright 1986, In A Quandary, by Chandra McKenzie. All Rights Reserved.
Reprinted with permission of the copyright owner.