if only for their faults

Written by: William Ward

I prayed unto myself,
partitioning time 
as if a subcontinent,
pondering life 
and all her foibles,
to live through, 
and yet not with,
salvaging memories of
a best forgotten 
bulimic exchange, 
of ideals foregone and 
conclusions remembered,
if only for their faults,

I prayed unto myself…