spreadsheets

spreadsheets

numbers upon numbers

you called me 

your voice equated purity

plus and minus

-a few-

degrees;

spreadsheets

letters and symbols

kindled, 

rekindled

dismantled,

you handled
(it)

for I am

still 

so

empty

 so estranged 

so lost

so displaced

everywhere I go, 

in every crowd 

in word that I know 

in every word 

that I've heard 

-detachment-

though in love

they call me sister

embrace: so warm

a hundred times a day 

sisters I meet on my way 

sisters I stand next to when I pray

-I miss God-

-the missing link- 

-the connector of souls-

....how could I ever think....
any different

-Reality-