she tells me
about her sadness, her lack
of love.
all the good ones seem
to be taken, she says,
having not found that elusive
man.
i still want that.
i pray every night
that God will deliver me
the person i'm
to be with until the end.
i have no advice to give her
and she asks for none.
she just wants to say again
what she's been asking
since the day she was born,
day one.
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