The constance of my covenant
And the revenant of my spirit
She lingers, the happy corners of my mind
And I give myself for her
Presenting her in prayers prayed too late
Still and always will
I struggle for grace
The tears of my trepidation
And the lamentations of my longing
She remains, unwrinkled and unstained the altar washed clean
And I wash her memory with the word
Her betrayal cleansed to ease my pain
Still and always will
I continue our love alone
The immediacy of our intimacy
And the suddenness of us as WE
She is here, if only words on my screen, her voice in my heart
And we are still us
Demanding that she know nothing more than
Still and always will
I wait prayerfully for her return
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