Empathy for a Friend

Since we last met, I have thoroughly dusted the shelves and cleaned the cupboards out.
I have given each pain a designated space in my life [as some pain is necessary at all times]
Since we last met, I have swept the attic clean [of your influence] and left each window open just a bit.
I have lined the kitchen counter with bread crumbs to bring life back into the house.
Since we last met, I have torn the roof off over the office and set the yard on fire.
I have converted the garage into an Olympic size swimming pool.
Since we last met, I have replaced the carpet with soil and tossed my seed around.
I have painted the walls bright red to reduce my hunger and become healthier

Since we last met, I have taken more photographs and smiled less
I have thrown away the skeletons but left an empty closet
Since we last met, I have kept the bed made and slept on the couch
I have left the toilet seat down but shat on myself.
Since we last met, I have read a thousand books and forgotten them
I have sought to lose myself in travel but have never been lost
Since we last met, I have watched less television and made less music.
I have painted the town red to add color to my graying life.

Since we last met, I have yet to meet anyone quite like you...

...and I'm fucking better off because of it.

a luxury I cannot afford

but as we approach the future
with our eyes bathed in tangerine light
hopeful, golden children
from a crushed fig night,
we will remember to forget
the instant we were born
and only look forward
to the moment we are born again
descending from the lofty heights
of bare humanity
to become more than what all men can see
but what they can touch and know:
Lovers in a great cathedral
carved from rock salt and resolve
Soldiers in the heat of battle
fighting for their souls
Saints within the tiny places
filling cracks with prayers and
intercession
and the lessons we learn in our new lives
will trickle down
and once or twice land upon
our passing shadow selves
until we realize that time is not a luxury at all
but a simple means to measure
the aforementioned fall

Ah, to write without time is...

the nonsequential gods we aren't

"If God is Love than I want nothing to do with either."
But he didn't mean this. In fact, he didn't know what he meant to be exact, but he knew he didn't mean that.

"If God is Love, than maybe we are gods."
She spread her arms out like wings and walked on the curb like a balance beam.

"If we are gods, than we will need to die one day."
But he didn't like the sound of this.

"We all have to die eventually. God, Love...you....me."
She stopped and stood on the edge of the walk, her arms still stretched apart.

"Well then I don't see a need for faith."
But he didn't like the sound of this either.

"Sometimes we need faith in each other and faith that we wont live forever."
She turned to him and gazed into his eyes.

"I don't need faith to see my mortality, or people to believe in me."
But he definitely didn't mean this, no matter how hard he tried.

"Well then we are simply going to have to stay alive and stay in love."
She wrapped her arms around him, smiled, and kissed his cheek, for faith was exactly what she had in him.

...and finally, he believed.