Fragmented Thoughts on After Life

Dear, what will it be like / when we lose / what here is, to be happy / to smell your hair / like I don't know anything else / to talk about / when you are there.

What here is / is not what we thought / it was / but is that why we endure / so well / in the presence of a fleeting / 4 a.m.

Dear, what will it be like / when the ocean / glides off / without telling anyone / and the sun / bakes mud / for our / footprints / our dirty palms pressed.

Oh Messiah / what will it be like / when neither one / can turn from the other to / face you.

Can you forgive / love / and can it / forgive you.

Dear, what will it be like / when we lose / faith / because / it had been / in one another all along.

Or is faith / a breath / you must one day / release.