when I started writing these poems
Love
I admit I was just
going through the motions of prayer
without really expecting an answer
call these love letters catharsis
a way to lessen the ache when loneliness
knots up my back until I can’t sleep at night
you are the sheep I count to find a way to sleep at night
you are a dream
the kind that always leaves me
wide awake at dawn
going through the motions [poem]
