The words in my dreams purify slowl...

The words in my dreams purify slowly on the other hand I filter them like grace before each meal, like the Lord's prayer, I repeat them before bed, they guide me to do what I must. I have been trying to call her for month her boyfriend answers, and I'd rather not talk to him till doomsday again, his voice is unfathomable and distant, like radio waves. I' ve seen his traces upon her, the words she uses now that she didn't before, she's growing her hair lengthy it is lurking below her shoulders, this curtain she draws to conceal her profile, she could use a trim, a barrette, maybe. When we were seeing each other,