something

well 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

but then you were right here

so i let you sit me in the pew beside you

beckoning me forward with your head tilted

and then we both had a bit of something to lose

so i lit a candle in remembrance of you

burning the image of a callous idol

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