Imagine me coming back after 10 years or so, you're still here...

"...found your name across the chapel door
carved in cursive with a table fork.
Muddy hymnals
and some bootmarks where you'd been.

The shaking preacher told the captain's man,
'the righteous suffer in a fallen land'
and pulled the shade
to keep the crowd from peeking in.

We found your children by the tavern door
with wooden buttons and an apple core.
Playing house
and telling everyone you'd drowned.

The begging choir told the captain's man,
'we all assume the worst the best we can,'
and for a round or two
they'd gladly track you down.

We found you sleeping by your lover's stone
a ream of paper and a telephone.
A broken bow
across a long lost viola.

Your lover's angel told the captain's man,
'it never ends the way we had it planned,'
and kissed her palm
and placed it on your dreaming head."