I am praying for your return. Praying that all the memories turn into moments once more; moments of elation and affection. I pray that the strongest winds don’t blow your leaves away, just so i still get to relish the shade of your tree. I’m down on my knees, chanting words and desires my heart truly hope for. “Have faith”; they said, but I’ve had faith for the longest time that roots of my heart no longer recognize the language of patience. I have said too many words —my tongue dried out leaving no single dew inside. I have suffered but i pray for you more than i pray for me, to cast out all the demons you carry inside, hoping that the only thing you get to hang is your shirt.