Monday, March 21, 2011

Day 612: dad

sunday strung along my tongu like a prayer
my faters hands fold tight like pews
he sits curchside of the ocean
i sit ocean side of the church
we love different gods
but see our own in eachother
when we forget
how the distance hurts
we send natural disasters as reminders to call
say i love you
cry a little
cuz its healthy to
we hold ourselfs upright
like we are strong
just had a hard moment
had a deep second
we know its been like this constant
since i crossed the ocean
but we dont wanna talk about that
its too deep
and we've tired of treddin
its okay tho
the ocean
its not going anywhere
the church
stands even in the wake of a tsunami
ill be home soon
its not too late

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