Church

I’ve come to visit you today,

but your house is empty.

I do not see you here.

Sunlight shines in through the windows

and the door, which stands open.

I know you’ve gone away.

Once upon a time I’d find you,

when you were reliable.

Now, it seems, I’ve lost you.

I’ve looked for you other places,

and still can’t find where you are.

I’d heard that you loved me.

Was it I who gave up on you?

You who forgot about me?

Does it really matter?

I suppose I’m better off now,

the real me in this empty room

without fear and self-doubt.

And as I look back I can see

you were never really there.

It was always just me.