Kelli

My first test in what we shared too easy and too perfectly paired. The part of us that is immortal ran holding hands through a portal, quick to stumble and trespass upon a duplex that kept the blinds drawn. Your covenant before my time, had me pray for that exception of mine, but my ladder to Heaven with rungs of hope couldn’t bear the weight of sin—no matter the slope. So no from scripture to your mother, from every hand we were to suffer, fools bound in a tortured trust, nothing was going to change the unjust. Given the faith and a mind to discern, but my wicked heart still welcomes your memory's return. Its pulse echoes a buried refrain, the hook on the end of a chain will dangle this dream forever, a rearview horizon’s tether from our last day—these thirty years, ghosts recite testaments of tears, for it was only I or they, that cared. I never found again, that shared.