something

but back then you were out of reach

so i laid ripe fruit at the foot of your altar

kneeling each time i passed your shadow

and then you were right here

so i let you sit me in the pew beside you

beckoning me forward with your head tilted

so that's the word i swallow

something.

buried in the wake of an almost

it haunts me like the ghost of a word

i'm always a second behind remembering