jestem pustakiem

I am not a brick
I breathe
If I were a brick I would already sink to the bottom of each day
from the last day I saw you
talking to Angels behind my back
upset
that they weren’t watching me
made me behave

you want to breathe
God
how well I know what you mean

later
they have promised me their faces
and wings
next life
to find you sooner
I am sorry you sometimes miss
what we could have been
not really knowing