We Sit In Dark Kitchens

We Sit In Dark Kitchens

When you were buried you left me behind.
(Where did they carry the you I can't find?)
There under snow, beneath layers of soot?
Weren't those just ashes swept cold underfoot?
And really, how cruel when destruction creeps close
to priceless, invaluable things we love most.
Why can't I see you now, where have you gone?
Why does the grieving go on on
and on?
If I could just find you, I'd hide you away.
Then I would rewind you and beg you to stay,
and you would be whole, (says my mind) here with me.
(Though now you are whole as the Holy you see.)
We sit in dark kitchens as glory beams spread
violent storms through the cracks in the blinds overhead.
From this perspective, the wait feels so far;
and when we look up, just vague pinpricks of stars.