A mouth of dried coffee and cigarettes
Kissed me in the confession room
Behind empty pews and empty promises

Afraid of a  worst taste
I never asked where you smoked
and who you drank with


You found your love in my ignorance
And I found mine
where there was none



It was not long before I fell
Fell into the space between spaces
and the cracks of time-

the tiny fissure where words arise
but never reach the surface
trapped in its buoyancy

I tried to leave and
You said I'd find you
tonight a splatter on the sidewalk

I bled a thousand words and more
That found no place midst
broken photo frames

When I had enough bones to walk out
You made sure I could never
make promises again

And I love the sweet boy
who sits on the corner of my pew
And asks about my day

Yet I can never promise him
the happiness I wish I had known
One summer noon