POETRY

TWENTY

FORGET ME (NOT)

I speak to God He tells me to lean in, to cave... They say you never know its value until it's gone, that's a lie. My spirit told me how finding you was as precious as ore, nearing the Lord's work so I fathomed life without you. Still desolate and all, peaceful and content but really I know not which is good- finding you just to lose you or never having you at all.

You were sent from heaven your presence confirmed it all. An answered prayer. Responses from the Lord have me in a chokehold it seems you as a response fell from grace so much so your spirit's callin'. Feigning in shame you can't believe how we're still woven. We ponder and pause, gnawing to have it all but we've fallen the odds lack order.

Got your bible but you don't know God. And you got your bars too, some futile hurtful words. Once mended by God we'll have it all. My muse, my love and all whom I adore. Chance will find us both once and for all.