is my emptiness
bleeding through, into
silent conversations
lying heavy in my mind.
laughter blanketing constant
lack of words
and blank stares.
stripped down to reality,
from a shared shelter of
vision, painted with
radioactive mist.

what once resided
in holy tabernacle,
dwells in the shadow of doubt,
projected back from an
insurmountable shattering of truth.
that which once appeared
to be covenant & sacrament,
heaven-sent righteous intent,
now only heavy sealed cement.

but a chance to reinvent
is beckoning you,
from the other side
of the torn holy veil.
step into a new color of light -
your eyes might squint,
but adjustment is processing,
slowly running through those veins.

but god knows how I love
to cling to old ghosts.
so I buried you in the
bedside table drawer
in a dogwood box.
& I may not believe anymore,
but your spirit still haunts me every night.