Honesty Pants

if i could describe you,
you are my wealth of sweet sunday afternoon silences---
and when you began to say that wonderful sentence with the sweet sound of my name on that sunday,
i should have taken four words at face value
instead of trying to read into them
instead of trying to swim in them
instead of letting myself make a mess of them.

i cheapened your truth with my juvenile disbelief.
and it's been a long time.
a really, really long time.
so when it comes to the religion of persistent love, maybe i'm a pagan.