1
when we were still in love and the florida air turned cold
on our hot hipbones, you told me i was a cracked window
turned stained glass.

a holy, broken masterpiece.

2
“you saved me from myself.”

“...sorry.”

3
i remember how your ribs trembled when you slept,
the way your shoulders shuddered and shriveled
next to me. i worshipped your beautiful, stupid
faith in me, and you whispered against my
collarbones and thanked God for answering
your prayers.

4
but i’m no angel, unfortunately.

5
jesus died and left.
it was time for me to go.