berri's blog

We can't save people's poems anymore, can we? Like bookmark them? I was looking all over for something to save a poem.

Looking at the agnostic,
he turns to me in bed
and says,
"Sometimes it seems like God is with me,"
me knowing he is indirectly talking about these moments we have.

Apparently God forgot about me.
Because this man still causes me more pain
than I could ever cause him.