You aren’t meant to be filled with empty pews

Angels roam abandoned cathedrals in order to feel holy—the hushed voices of confessions bounce off the walls ring in my ears forgive me father for I have sinned—you pray please do not leave me behind father but your prayers slide through your fingers wet and red—all at once we’ve come to realize we were never holy to begin with—so together we roam these hallowed halls in order to feel alive and hear the hushed prayers that have gone on unanswered