i go
through the motions
of loving you (flying)
reckless and
indiscreet
with scars on my knees
from bowing down.
i woke up
(fine)
without you.
and
six months ago
i stepped
off a plane,
terminally yours
and
desperately uncouth,
ready
to fly into your arms.
it didn't happen.
as
the turbulence grew,
i knew.
there's only one God, boy,
and
you're not Him...
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