The righteous edge of my belief

Stood leaning against the wall

And the covers of the bed

Reeked of heaven and your scent

As I gathered the fallen ashes of your will

Your survival in my heart

I pained the day

I pained the night

The questions I asked

The answers never right

The hands on the clock in their dance

Between the elements of life

Where deftness in the matter soiled dry.