Светослава Славова
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All my unanswered prayers…

All my unanswered prayers

        go to God.

I mean my Mailbox.

I switch on to „Divert“ and go to bed

        hoping that some hours later

                all my problems

                                would

                                        have

                                                been

        uninstalled for me.

And what I mean is

                        all

                        the love

I’ve given you

                in all

                the words I knew

of love and her magic thereabouts,

        all the hurt I have Okayed

                and received

                        Your silences —

                longer and darker

for little me,

lost in the tunnel

of my present life

And, if you decide

after an era of no messages

                        no mail,

                        no icq

that yes, I am your soul chat-mate

and send me a confirmation

        of your suspicions,

a revelation of your feelings,

To God you’ll answer

I’ll be in an N/A mode.