• roseclifford_ 11w

    I will pray as a nonbeliever
    Submit to hands clapsed together
    For fallen psalms so beautiful
    Yet, such nothingness in me.
    The words fall so purely from my mouth
    Eloquent in measure
    And I know I shall cling to its solace.
    And on broken days you know me better
    Possibly more than I know myself.
    Call again, I'll pick up,
    Bite my tongue
    I'll ask, "How are you doing?"
    You'll say, "Not well, not well without you my dear."

    -Rose Clifford