Real People

I had a thought,


That now this is over

And I remember your real name

Instead of the one I gave you,

We could meet somewhere.

Anywhere, dirt and all from that

First night,

For the last time, I swear,

For a last look and a last kiss and

A last everything

And I can forget 

Any and all hymns

From your lips,

Those hymns, which forced me

To forget what we were before, 

Those hymns

Which sang when you pulled

Me out from under the ground

Couldn’t I call you a revival? No,

That’s not your real name, but

You were my revival,

I’m sinking back underground

And I want to be like real people

Instead of being real people

Instead of being human

And saying goodbye for one last time,

Hymns echoing in ears.

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