The darkest place I’ve ever been was
the center of your love for me. Eventually
my eyes adjusted so I could see such
white washed walls, tall windows
pointing to a steeple pointing to a god
who gripped you with a fear you
gripped me with, too. I thought I knew
more than I did, but now I do.
The outside has a better view.
I love the stars at night.
melissa suarez