The Cry Of The Desperate Is A Prayer In The Night

I wonder what you would think
If you had seen me
Last night
Alone
And kneeling
Right on the sidewalk
Begging God to give you back

I didn't know if he was listening at all
But if I had to judge
By this morning
I'd say
He answered me
In the way you held me
Tightly, and let me kiss your forehead