porch talk

She sighed, the dust teasing
the dew forming on the side of her glass. We
sat on the front porch, discussing
redemption, forgiveness, and atheism.
She exclaimed,
"God, I wish could quit infidelity"
like an empty prayer to a God she did not believe in
So I just nuzzled her cheek
and sang her lullabies to sleep

(Dear Siobhan,
Do you still haunt me?)