Current location:	not where I want to be
Current mood:	sad
Current music:	*silence*

from bad to verse
I'm closing out the book of TOW and found these two gems in it. The first is a poem I've been carting around for years now by Chryss Yost, the second is all mine.

Last Night

When the sun sets, and he isn't home, she walks
Not to be waiting, but she leaves a note:
"Back soon", her only message, only wish

After all, she didn't think he'd stay;
No plans, so no surprises when it ends.
The dishes wait unwashed. Bitter stains

Stretch out like shadows on the tablecloth.
Once you believe in finding gods in mortal men
You understand their restlessness as faith;

The way she feels his truth against her skin,
The Rough edge of a matchbook, while she grieves
To see her saviors lost, and lost again.

God save the church that she takes refuge in,
The sanctuary given fools and thieves,
This silent girl who loves a man who leaves.


****

All any of us ever want is to be found

Lost, out there
Running mad and lonely
Scared shitless
Little children without their mamas
Never really knowing why
or where or when or how we came to be
this way
But that we don't want it
Don't want it
with a pain and a passion and a fear
that nothing can quench, nothing can abate
Nothing can heal

Maybe for a little while
you think you're found Safe
But you're wrong
We're all wrong