we got sucked back in the habit
so virtuous at first
faith got lost in the verse
Confessions, no less,
dissipated when spoken
as incenses smoke
and prayers whispered broken
We see the domes, the steeples
the golden crosses
and homes of dead people
we take the stairs
to where they don't end
the gateway to heaven
in the love of my best friend
When the days grew dark again
our breath drew in amen
we returned to the ground
with the new light we found
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