Lungs-Deep

I have no appetite

for reconciling the girl

Who was

To the "who is"

of my current situation.

It's still constant though,

Isn't it,

The current of You

singeing through,

vein-to-vein,

until I remember

moments of me

Turning my back

Only for You to turn

me forward.

Like in the chapel

when all was quiet,

You moving my fingers

Through the hymnal,

Me picking up little bits

of You I so desperately

Wanted to seek.

Or through a girl,

A friend,

a nobody,

(Or was that me?)

Singing lungs-deep

against the lookers-on

Who barely knew

Your name.

How You've always

Been there

even when I barely

was.