Answers in prayer

I’ll answer you plainly, because I care for you more than art (I’m a simple man after all, though I truly could never separate poetry from my mouth, that would be my soul that departs)

I miss you so much

That I fear I will never get to see you

The mad raven is madly jealous and wants me all for their own, and crudely stops me from grabbing your hand in prayer

So I only asked you the question

Of myself feeling being so far gone

Because I feel so trapped

As they hide their quick and very cruel insults inside their gold and veiled affections that feel like a facade

Whereas you feel like truth.

My dearest Jane,

I loved you and I still do,

And I dream of you and think of you as you teach others far away as you taught me,

So now I take your hand in mine, and say,

Let’s pray together and find an answer,

As our friendship cannot die, that’s my decree.