Kuroyuki's Poem
Forsaken, braking, all for you love.
I sit on the pews of the burned down churchwaiting for night to fall
an arranged meeting of sunset
meant for business
the church corridor blackened and battered as mice scatter beneath me
the scars on the hanging cross
though not hanging by much
all because of you
another face in the crowd
but to me a face I can love
serve.
protect.
Both of you
my sunset and moonrise in a feild of grass to tall to see over
as I grab a small clip of burnt paper
open my eyes and write my name
and wait six long tortuous minutes and finally
I fall to the floor knowing I can see you both once again
In this God forsaken church
that has been burnt so many times