i need an ending

[resurrecting]

went to the church
down on the corner and
tried asking god
for anything
and prayed for change
but just wound up
finding a quarter instead.
story of my life, so many
misunderstandings,
misinterpretations, misgivings
like when i tried to find the poetry
in your motions, forgetting what
the great poet told me: that
i should never try to
craft you with my words but rather
craft my words out of you.
and so i set out to find
the love you had hidden,
looked through the dirt
beneath your fingernails and
the creases by your eyes and
the spaces between your teeth but i
still couldn't find the words, so
i just wrote this instead