Her

The sweetest of tears
roll down the most innocent cheeks
not of pain but of powerlessness
She has taken over

That night when I hit my knees
rain falling all around me
I begged Her to help you
to save you

And to this day
I have never felt anything
as powerful, nor as graceful
as when I felt Her next to me

And never before
nor after, have my prayers
ever been answered
but that night,
I think She heard my heart cry out
my soul spill the truth

And even though my heart still cries
my soul still lies
and my eyes glaze over again
I find that I may have used
my only miracle on another

And that's okay
because I know now
that it was worth every moment
and though I feel somewhat alone
I know
that She really is there
and one day I will meet Her