Slightly revised from it's original version...

[kelly_olson]

losing my religion

i may have misspoken, that night
among many that i would forget
if forgetting was voluntary,
when words like martyr spilled
from my anger-clumsy lips -
i said my eyes don’t see,
though neither of us is blind.
i see plenty.
i see the future beyond miss cleo
and long distance prophesy,
i see tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
days piling upon days,
i see the things we haven’t done,
all-night star wars marathons,
my poker victory against the kru,
a birthday surprise he’d never forget,
i see the grey eyes that sit enthroned
between temples that i’d kneel to
kiss - i’d dirty up my gossamer wings
and let my halo tarnish, sell my soul to the devil
if i thought it would buy me more time
with this makeshift saviour.

perhaps i’ll grab my ouiji, and communicate
with the dead, or join them in the night,
and live among the ghosts that haunt my dreams
and drive my tears, return my wings to the one
that gave me flight,
the one that remembered me in
starless
but let me go
one star-filled night.