How He and I dance on olden wounds
When Time tries to put the balm
How He and I pine for extinguished moons
When Sun wakes to recite the psalm.
How His hooks sink into Me deeper,
When curling around My soft will.
How I turn a little meaner
When striking against His anvil.
How He and I know We’ll still be waiting
When We leave all the wrong signs.
How He and I know there is no closing,
When We try to draw the lines.
How He inflicts the pain in divisions
When I add reasons to his Why
How He multiplies His conditions
When I subtract with each goodbye.
How He and I smile a seller’s smile
When We buy each other’s dream.
How He and I find this charade worth while
When We are pawns in Our scheme.