scarred, hidden, lost
and still somehow
god recognized me
*
the chair next to me
would be less lonely if
you were in it
*
the lonely in me
would be less lonely if
I would show up
*
crossing the room
I trip on my way
to ask myself to dance
*
I think and think
and think and think and think
about not thinking
*
cradled in sun,
I forget I’ve ever
been unhappy