Because I loved you so much
I made a religion out of keeping
your memory
And so now that I know you have
moved away from any possibility of us
I no longer have to keep vigil
I no longer have to go to the church
of what we had, and what we could have had,
and light candles and pray
Now I can blow the candles out
and lock up the building
and leave it abandoned
The weeds will grow around it
and the vines will grow up the walls
The walls will mold and decay and
the roof will rot
Birds will nest in the rafters and
snakes will nest underneath of the pews
The children will ride by on their bicycles
and in time, no one will remember
what was there