#pattyn

You can’t take back, no

Matter how much you could wish

You could. No matter how

Hard you pray to

. Some

All-powerful miracle maker.

Some supposed God of Love.

One you struggle to believe

Exists, because if he did,

. Things

Wouldn’t be so out of control,

And you wouldn’t be so sucked dry

Of love and left to be crushed

Like old brittle bones that

. Are

Easily ground to dust.

Hindsight is useless

When looking back over

Your shoulder at deeds

In a most remarkable way,

And though I understand

I’m mired in a quicksand of

. Dreams,

I am comforted to know

All that separates us ia a thin

Veil of consciousness. His lips

. Are

Still warm from the far side

Of the grave. And even in sleep

I wonder what I’m waiting

. For,

Why I’m here if he is just

There. Why do I insist on

Remaining among

. The living

When life means struggle

And death is only a doot