The Second Sin

He told me she was right with Jesus.
Didn’t know what went wrong when ‘life went to melt us.’
Used to stride with hope without the gifted manual
but watched ashes fall in the land of Cain and Abel.

If she were to leave again,
I hope you catch her.
Make your daydreams slip into something smoother.
Wouldn’t have to depend on time
to make your limbs be pieced together.

But the desert will devour envy,
stretching your arms to surrender at the enemy.
For she was only someone with a knife
who wanted to take the essence of what was your holy life.

And if she were to come again,
know that it was always in the plan
to steal the eagerness of the beauty that will last forever
and bury each other so deep to never see the ether.