Confessional

The day we remember the name of a saint

Is the day we remember all but him.

Amongst the ignorant I too confess

I remembered someone else.

If a tear slipped by without my consent

I brushed it off, forgot—

For that is what I think of that.

The day we remember the name of a saint

I walked through the park until my hands

And my lips and my heart were numb

Until I could stand my thoughts no longer

And I went inside to pray.

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