I was..

by luna

Posted to Poetry on 2001-09-16 13:08:00

Watching the writing
get more and more
scrambled,
as I said I would,
“Call you later,”
and later became
the next day,
and I still had not phoned
and you wondered
who I was,
or where it was
that I had been,
but you would not understand,
that I was
digging graves
and burying souls into the surfaces
of forgiveness.
I will place your
headstone at the tip
of my memory,
and pray to the absence
of you
in the silence of
an unborn cemetery.
You will become
the church that I
praise within
and the religon in which
I believe.


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