Faithfully Yours By Robert Allen WIllis

Faithfully Yours

We keep our superstitions
Like umbrellas, neatly handy
All the old, familiar lies wrapped up in ribbons
All the heartbreaks boxed, like candy.
And we tell ourselves the modern tales
Of heroes and of dragons, because
We let all the old gods slip away
In our forgetting how to believe.

But the old church on the corner
Still rings its bell on Sundays
And I still have your number
Believing I might call again, someday.

Tell me what your dreams are
And I'll tell you of your future;
I will feed you tea and oranges
But I won't remember why.
I have dreams I want forgotten
And memories unburdened
You were such a revelation
I believed again,
In you.

And the old church on the corner
Still rings its bell on Sundays
And I still have your number
Believing I might call again, someday.

And maybe I'll believe again
Let's pray.

Robert Willis has previously published two short stories and one poem. His first publication was in a literary journal that, sadly, no longer exists. Given that the town he was born in no longer exists, either, this is seen as a solid career trajectory.
Robert lives on Vancouver Island with his family and two cats. A lover of nature, he renews himself by walking in the parks, forest reserves, and on the ocean beaches on the Island.
If you want to know what Robert is up to as a writer, please visit his website at rawillis.ca.

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