Lost in a dream
Of isolation…
Sometimes I think
I care too much
For you
And romanticize depression.
The dark firs
Huddle at l’heure bleu
Like the spires of churches
I see myself kneeling
Praying to God for you
Before I even met you.
I can think of other forms
Of worship
Than loving you
But I’ve decided
Being your priest
Is enough—
Heaven for me
Is a series of slow-motion replays
Of our love.