gone with the wind

ninety five

chapter 95
"god"

there was a time
when your lips
whispered words
that no poet
could harvest

and every night
i prayed for someone
like you;
and i think God heard me

because in the first
month of two thousand
and eighteen,

God grabbed me
and saved me.

I will always remember
the first time that i saw you.

my eyes
were in dismay
because i was able to see
something so bright
in the darkest room
of my house.

I remember thinking:
God will take him away from me.

so I pushed and pledged
and that i wouldn't
fall for you

and now it's the third
month of two thousand
and nine teen

and you are still
the reason why I
float.

and i still pray
late at night
inside of my head,

I thank God
for sending an angel
in January.

and I still see red.
but i bleed out colours
that no artist could
harvest

and even though
you conjure up a
light that warms me
I am still in the darkness.

but
you make it all okay