She's upstairs and
I'm in the chapel because
someone said we could
Burn a candle

And I touched
The holy water in the
Silver dish, worn from
Hands with prayers
For the dying
And the
Living
And those
Somewhere in between

And you asked me
How to make the cross
while i stared at
The flickering flame
And you wanted me
To say a prayer
And I wanted to escape

She is dying
In white sheets
Upstairs
And
You don't know what to say
I just want her to fall
Asleep

And for it all to go away.