Resolution is the first step
Deft to the cleft of what’s kept
Realization but then we question
So I’m afraid the questions will be our demise
And I’m afraid which side I’ll take pride in
By the time I realize but I’ll be seeing His eyes
Neglecting the last day that’s left
I know I can’t be apart from His breath
But will these attempts honor His death?
Will Nige profess His love or scare them off?
Is this thought or is this a cough?