Jan 10, 2025
i wish you were buried close to home it’s a pilgrimage to go visit a testament to my faith a god long lost
you my religion, my deity a omen of good fortune and joy a rapacious god keeping you for himself
your shrine reduced to a plack buried in the ground your glow scrubbed away to bronze letters
as i share a drink with you your ghost hands cupped your glass cup full sparking in the light
a sunflower turned away from the sun Weeping as dew rolls down its petals