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24th November 2010

By Melissa Lee-Houghton | 2010 November 24

My prayers are there for you.
Countless, but unwanted. My hands are white-cold
like your hands that never warm
though you blow into your fists.
My prayers are cold, there’s no
passion, only pleas, just metres
of iron-clad phrases to describe
the beginning of a life,
half way through a life.
I am here. I got here. I am.
And I think of you walking
around the ruins in sub zero
temperature, your cheap coat not
keeping you warm and I
think of you imagining a warm room
or my arms, and in my mind your mouth
is turning slightly blue. I am there
every night, for the stars, every night
I am there for the moon.

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