By: Taylor Armstrong
I remember sitting
Waiting to see her and thinking:
“This must be why poets write,
This must be why artists paint abstractly,
This must be why so many songs say ‘oh.’”
It’s the same reason people pray:
Sometimes you’re left with so much to feel
And no way of expressing it but,
It’s a language everyone but me knows.
At least, it was,
Up till now.
Here, I’ve suddenly become
Here, I bow my head.
An atheist praying.
I’m sure there’s a joke in there
Hospital lobbies are funny like that.