Let us understand the need
To scrub the endless grieving from one’s soul
Finally putting an end to such plague
To act as one’s own sage, and burn sage
Cleansing away for good any more weeping
Let us find a willingness
To pray for ourselves aloud, on our knees
Knowing we are our own savior sometimes
To be alright with alone
Because we are so tragically, entirely alone
Walking dogs in the Sunday morning sunshine
Surprises for eachother to find
Maybe pancakes, or a new rocking chair
Building upon last night’s love, for today
Today
Is altogether theirs