Conversations and Prayers:
I talk to God in hopes I can get closer to you; knowing I can never know you like the earth knows you
Praying to the devil to whisper secrets about you, grasping at straws to drink in any detail of your life
Aching for something I’m never a part of
Stitching up old wounds with just a thread of your smile
Tasting honey every time your lips move, or I hear an echo of your laugh
Stolen glimpses and side eyes to take a picture of holiness that God devoured
My brain becomes an Etch-a-Sketch or TV static whenever you’re near
Chasing fading memories like school kids chasing dreams
You’re a breath away but miles of landscape rests between us