I hope you're happy.
I hope that breaking us down
until I was convinced that all my two hands
were any good for
was counting Hail Marys
like the days that clumsily passed
me
by,
brought you fulfillment.
I hope-
I hope that in teaching me
that my existence was a cross to carry,
a dead weight,
heavy on my
back,
or perhaps yours--
I don't remember,
you took some sick joy.
It's funny.
You say that
for turning my back,
instead of my cheek,
I'll burn.
Omne aeternum.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you know I'll see you there, love.
At the end of everything.
Fall into a three step with me there, won't you?
Nam omne aeternum..?