Fingers

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I would light a candle for you
But candles burn
And my fingers have no right
To bear that flame

I would lay a flower for you
With soft green stem
But my fingers have no right
To bear that blade

I would write an elegy for you
But elegies lie
And my fingers have no right
To take that pen

And I would say a prayer for you
But what is prayer?
Just fingers joined in vanity for absolution

And I would take myself for you
But who am I
To think the world could be restored
By my own hand?

So I have learned to breathe for you
And stare into the trees for you
And watch them slowly shed
Their charcoal skins

And I have made believe that you
Bequeathed to me some share of you
When you departed all the rooms
That we had been in

But a candle whispers anything
That your body needs to hear
And my fingers have no right
To bear that flame

~ Brendan Bonsack








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