it’s like watching a movie,
whose ending I don’t understand.
you are the red light,
the peaceful cloudscape,
spilling through stained glass
across the worn church pews—
a silent reminder
of warmth and hope,
drifting along,
like you do,
only to vanish again
into the tired wood paneling
and leaky walls,
while the grey-hairs chant
in hypnotic rhythm—
a wisdom bestowed
upon the simple.

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you were
the last remaining thing
that made any sense to me
in this world.