you stayed an hour from where i once laid with back on the grass and feet where it was paved where water mixed in with the rust and decay you slept while i wept you slept i wept waiting praying twenty four hours of waiting is not that long but dear as the light starts to fading my heart grows fond its a product of absence im sure still i over analyze a day without words makes me wonder if your fingers grew tired if you misplaced the wires under the water out the other side we were intercepted by fathers and scribes with burnt offerings we had finally arrived you slept while i wept you slept i wept waiting praying