If this is goodbye
Then you have been my sacrament
Like dandelion and rose
Like laughter and roof top views, through chimney silhouettes
The sun waking, rain smashing
The moon and sobbing tears
Cracked tiles, old doors, dreams dangling in the wind
I cannot believe the sacraments in pavement cracks
That busy and bless my way
Stumbling into view, one glory falls over another, hopping like robins, too many at a time
Order, order, please!
Signifying, shouting, murmuring
A sort of love that has met me a long the way, the greeting of now and kept me sane
No, kept me living
So here we are
This moment, no future, this moment alive and the rumour of trust
And if this is goodbye
Then you have been my sacrament
