*Originally published on Vox Poetica.
I sit with bated breath
On the very edge
Of her favorite settee
And though
I don't believe in god
I can't help but pray
Please don't let her
Break his heart
When from this earth
She departs
I sit with bated breath
On the very edge
Of her favorite settee
And though
I don't believe in god
I can't help but pray
Please don't let her
Break his heart
When from this earth
She departs
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