Come on down from there,
if only for a quick minute.
The last time I saw you is
unsatisfactory in hindsight.
Retrospection is a bitch dressed in my skin—
I’ve become leprous.
I may not pray to God, but I do
talk to Jesus. My words
fall on dead ears.
Christ will not come to me.
And if only for a quick minute, you will not
come down from there.
Your mother keeps on ringing me.
I don’t answer.
Does my cruelty hurt you terribly?
Some things I just can’t do to honor you.
To answer is to satisfy Jehovah, and I do not
wish to please Him. He’d used her willing hands to
ruin you. I’ve decided that
forgiving trespasses does not heal me.
Leave the forgiving to God.
Some things are simply
by the human heart.
You were both meaner and kinder than me.
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