Why do I miss you so much
when the sun is filtering through
grape vines that we used to dance through
as if we were flesh?
Why did you offer yourself up
as the lamb
to all my sacrifice?
Why did I?
We were so blemished.
I ran the vines tonight in my shoeless feet
and the dirt was softer than sand
so much so
I floated on it. I swear I did!
The moon rose, and the sun set
simultaneously! It was beautiful.
At least it would have been
if you had seen it.
That woman from across the continent...
she should have been you
but she wasn't
so she sang your heart instead
and it came to me on a westward wind.
I felt you
sort of.
I wanted your arms.
I needed them more.
