She's been here before.
But she's never seen his face.
He can sense her watching
his tears come down.
But he doesnt care.
He's got more important things
on his mind then a lost soul.
She feels she needs to comfort him
so she comes towards the altar.
He knows she's coming
but he goes on praying.
The pain he feels is too much
and he doesnt know if he can hold on.
She wishes she could love hin
but can she deal with all his pain.
He wonders if he should let her in
to this hell he calls home.
She puts her hands on his back and
begins to mend his wounds
and they find that they are meant together
to be at this commmunion supper.

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