Mailroom

Infront of the mailboxes
we prayed for a will not our own,
and a strength in our bones,
that we would be unable to deny.

I squeezed my eyes so tight
as if God would believe me more that way,
and I wanted to hear a sincerity
like mine in your voice.

The hours I spent before an Almighty God
led up to a two-minute blurb,
then we parted ways
and I hoped for the best.

Little did I know
this two-minute appeal,
would be among the only ones
you would ever offer.

If you didn't want to pray, then why did you even bother?