Last Night Poem By Chryss Yost
When the sun sets, and he isn’t home, she walks,
Not to be waiting, but she leaves a note:
Back soon, her only message, only wish.
After all, she didn’t think he’d stay;
No plans, so no surprises when it ends.
The dishes wait unwashed. Bitter stains
Stretch out like shadows on the tablecloth.
Once you believe in finding gods in mortal men
You understand their restlessness as faith;
The way she feels his truth against her skin,
The rough edge of a matchbook, while she grieves
To see her saviors lost, and lost again.
God save the church that she takes refuge in,
The sanctuary given fools and thieves,
This silent girl who loves a man who leaves.
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