Day After

Yes, I am haunted by the years I did not know you, the months I was not at your side, the days I could not feel you. Yes, it is still time that frightens me most. 

Crushed

What does all of that resilience and grace look like now?
Two hands clasped around my throat. 

When you enter my chapel, 
do you mourn as you worship?

Do you worry over all of the time you spent
just outside?

Does it feel like loss to you too?

Same As It Ever Was

But maybe the constant collisions,
maybe all of the bumping up against my own walls
has buffed me, polished me 
into something 
a little less dull