A Holy Union

[poignancy]

I thought it was time to go home.

but I was wrong.
She's still there,

and my dear,
I no longer want to sleep witjh one eye open.

So instead i'll pick up the phone,
and say to this stranger;

How much I don't miss you.
How much I don't care.

How he knows better than you want I want,
Me, like lovers are--

So very fickle.
But always with the best intentions,
Confusion is not a sin.

Neither is it to have a need,
and while that need may not be a sin for you,

I've desecrated this holy home long ago.
My sin is hunger.

You've left a bad taste in my mouth