something like a prayer

Four  months,  one  week
and  three  days.  
I  wonder,  if  he’s  counting?
I  wonder,  if  I  should  ask?
The  news  say  today    
there  were  no  attacks.
He  sounded    good  on  the  phone:
all  small  talk,  laughter  and  an
“I  love  you”  at  the  end.  

I  send  something  like  a  prayer  
In  the  general  direction  of    up  above…  
Please…please  what  ?
Please  let  him  be  safe,  
Be  back  soon,  let  him  not  fear  
Please,  I  just  want  him  near.  
Sometimes  I  ask  for  patience,  
I’m  bad  at  this,  you  see.    

I  worry  way  too  much,  
and  let  it  show,  and  I  have  come  
to  hate  all  phones  with  a  vengeance.
It’s    really  not  that  strange,  
you  can  never  
ask  what  you  really  need  
or  say  enough  
or  ever  really  know  
if  you  cannot  see  his  face.

I  ask  for  patience,
I  beg  for  him  to  be  alright  
alone  at  night,  
curled  in  on  myself  under  a  blanket,  
in  the  idle  darkness,  
Between  logicing  myself  into  
some    sort  of  calm  
And  right  after  I  give  up  and  
send  one  more  entreaty  upwards.

àäðåñà: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=667917
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äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 23.05.2016
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