Sacred Spaces come to exist
When breathless lovers
Look into one another
And see their souls reflected*

On Saturday night I drove out in the dark hoping to return to ours
Kept company in the empty seat beside me
By your phantom presence

I guess the route I took though
was not the one we had gone together
and it wasn’t so much return
As reclamation

Strange, I noticed, that where once was holy, hushed and waiting
Was now bathed in industrial light
Had become abandoned amber
that, if we’re being honest, reprimanded me.
This was not the place where we stopped to rest.

I suppose alone I was the trespasser
On a way that opened only for the two of us.