I more than bear witness to it
An ache sewn like fabric on my skin

How else, in what way, should I describe it
A sinking feeling, a barbed wire eating into my skin

Each day I struggle to find a new metaphor

Do your days go as hard as do mine
Or should I conjure a metaphor for this contradiction too

I bear witness to all you gave
And all that you held and all you betrayed

The perfect metaphor is that I’m a repository of you
Cursed to remember all you forgot and moved on

In deliverance, justice, and reckoning I have no interest
Wanders a godless man in a godless world

As I roam the streets they somehow smell of you
And ache for your return as I do


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