The Prairie Revisited

I counted on her kindness to survive

In some high angelic choir.

I counted on her kindness to survive

Perfect strangers to desire.

We set our timing on descent from three,

Dreamed distantly of reciprocity.

The first of her has seen the last of me.

I’m ready now, so set me free.

I counted on her strength to make it plain,

Though the veil be rent in two.

I counted on her strength to make it plain,

Not to comfort me anew.

No gentle words, as we were taught to pray,

Speak what you feel, not what you ought to say,

What she confides will take what’s left away.

I’m ready now, so come what may.

I counted on a love that wasn’t seen,

Though I knew it was unwise.

I counted on a love that wasn’t seen,

Mixing her with her disguise.

The cut she stitched is not the only one,

Discard my letters, throw them in the sun.

Some other person’s love has just begun.

I’m ready now, thy will be done.

I counted on the honor in her voice,

No such thing could be a threat.

I counted on the honor in her voice,

False it would be worthy yet.

The ceremonies of the church won’t pry

Stone circles on the prairie where they lie.

There is a distant siren in the sky.

I’m ready now to say goodbye.