Somehow, somehow, you are still God
those words hang heavy in the air
steeped in withered expectation
bones of mine own regret laid bare

there is nothing left for me to do now, nothing more than to wait
the walls will crack and break and crumble, and I will feel the missing
of all the vanished touch, of all dreams lost and not yet mourned
of all love worn to bitterness, swallowed and then scorned.

All that is left is to sign a name.....and watch how all is changed
to never be the same

And yet somehow
somehow
you are still God