Even when they all leave me
Even when they say they
Do not care a hoot what I feel
I will not be all alone
I will have the air in my lungs
The dreams in my head
The passion in my breast
The courage in my arms
Even when they refuse to chat
Even when they put me down
Do not call or send texts
I will not be alone
I will have my books to read
My prayers to say
My lessons to attend
My friends to tryst
Even when they forget old days
Even when they refuse to dream
Do not recall my wooings
I will not be alone
I will have my God to pray to
I will tell Him what I feel
The pangs of anguish
The sorrows of loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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