Mealy mouthed minions demanding your time
Leaving me with what remains.
It is enough, I suppose
One should not ask for more.
You tell me you can feel me
'Our souls play all the time, ' you say.
That you hear the whispered prayers
I send on the wind
And it makes you smile
You say I comfort you and give you peace
That we are divine, that our love has known no end
But I don’t believe you.
Because if I do
Then what remains
Is not enough.
And I cannot ask for more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.