Conversations.

Are a thing of prayer.

between two people-

who are trying to learn the words.

who often find themselves hidden in travails.

Wanting to know-

the dark of another voice.

in fear-

that they are too wallowed.

and the pillow

becomes an altar-

between two people who have whispered,

their prayers behind people’s backs.

and now-

i find you just as struck as me-

that my words,

almost seem as Godly,

as your greatest fall.

That between this night

and morning,

you have come to know-

the truest testimony of yourself.

and this-

is how we will remember one another,

smothered-

in night lights,

holding close all of the things,

we’ve left under carpets.

just to come here together-

and

rest.

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