I can see the corners of his eyes
Desperately thriving to meet mine
As we get up for communion
At the same time.

The preacher’s message seems distant
As my mind races to the handsome lad
Who sits three seats over
Right beside my austere dad.

I think they sang a chorus or two.
I’m distracted in the time of prayer
All heads bowed and eyes closed
Except two, we who choose to sit and stare.

Pass the plate for offering
But he’s not close enough to touch
As I throw in ten percent,
God knows that isn’t much.

He peers at me once more
At the ending song, second verse
I think I’ve skipped church today
But God forgives, I could’ve done worse.