I’m leaning agains a metal rod
Pretending as if it was a lover
But the aluminum is cold, not warm there is no comfort.
Your black hair pokes itself out from the rest of the crowd.
I see you watching and turn the other way as if I never knew you were there.
I need to look again to see if you’re still watching me hopefully pondering if I’ll look back at you, but you’re gone.
Suddenly the building is nothing but a 2D paper platform.
It is dull and not worth trying for.
The absence of you is everywhere

Turning our backs on this temple does nothing
Everything we hold sacred
Turns to sin

You treat “your girls” like a thrift shop
Something you give away because she’s “used”
You won’t  ask for money in return
You don’t want an apology or forgiveness as you hand her in
Instead, you’ll give her away with an excuse
“There is someone out there who will treat you better”