I guess I have been their way to long
that I do not know if am hurting or just silent.
But in the darkness of my solace,
He turned my heart into a cathedral.
My Amen was said by eyelids closing with tears of hurt,
then he lifted them with a song that melted my heart.
He was supposed to lead me,
but my darkness felt so normal
I didn’t think light was more comforting
My Adam, my Christ!
In the darkness of my Solace,
I was still the woman who bore his vision,
even when the church abbey felt narrow
and the hallway of my heart returned echoes,
Of songs i didn’t make meaning of yet i sang,
Of ruined mascara from the endless streams of tears following
I was his Eve, Esther Mostly
A love made perfect.