Giant Saint Everything | Sunday Slam {Buddy Wakefield}

Okay, so I’m a day late.  But this one is worth it.  Buddy Wakefield is a master.

 

There is a point when tears don’t work
to wash things away anymore.
Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.
I miss You so much some days
that I beg for the airplane to crash
with just enough time in the freefall
for scribbling “I Love You” across my chest.
That way – when they find my burning breast plate –
they will tell You how the very last thing I did with my life
was call out Your name.

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