Even As I Am

There was an accident in my heart somewhere tonight,

The phased-out evergreen of promise

Lit up like firelight 

And somehow or another died on the way.

 

This could freak you out,

But there are only two letters that differentiate

Purified from putrefied,

And somehow I’m left with this 

Substance of grief 

That allows me to explain the thing. 

 

So, that’s there, between us,

And now I’m left 

Capturing the wine of embarrassment,

As if the fruit of your lips 

Might allow me to contain forgiveness,

And suddenly allow me to say

I’m not worthy of your love,

Even as 

I am,

I am.