I fell behind mid-sentence
Looking over my shoulder
You should have held my hand
Pulled me closer
All the distance makes me
Want to better my heart
Take this paper love
Fold it like laundry
All I know is played over my eye lids
Like a sea waves and comes back to me
God I feel bare and pale
And eternal
God I feel broken and lost
And eternal
I work so many days away
With an absolute devotion
To sick words made better
With my healing heart
All the moth balls
Collected in my shoe box salvation
Make me know a love
Unlike this tired psalm.
God I feel blue and borrowed
And eternal
God I feel old and dead
And eternal.
