“You need to write something for the priest to say.”
She knows I should write it. And it sounds so easy
Because I write so much. But what she’s saying is
“Write the most beautiful thing you’ve ever written.
Try and capture a single moment of all I mean to you
With nothing but the noise your pen makes.”
And she knows how much inside myself I am
And she pulls me out.
And how do I explain to everyone how many little things like that