God won't leave you
when you fall again...

I am not experienced
at balancing my pain...

I fall to the sketched echoes of my faith,
shouting beyond wet skies & open cloud...

We are both a distant flurry away
Enfolding solitude as not to sway...

My driveway hasn't held a mailbox
in years, I think some construction...

Where can I move where you are not near?
I skip through the fair, hands groping air...

Forget that it's Sunday
that I am an impulsive naive girl...

I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...

It's the sun that watches my back, wiping off
the drops of sweat with clean sweeps round my...

Have me reach your love beyond raven walls,
further than the lacuna of my query...

Memory,
a composition of similes...

I hadn't thought of you all day,
and suddenly one ludicrous message...