We almost met once.
I almost ascended your heavenly staircase.
Because cold metal and hot flesh
Sounded like a great combination.
I changed my mind though
Because I knew what would happen
You'd take one look at me
Then you'd laugh
and flick your wrist in dismissal.
Like you do with all the others like me
Newsflash God,
There aren't many others like me
I'm gonna die one day
But by your hand
Not my own
And when I do,
You'll smile and shake my hand
Then you'll tap your son on the shoulder
"Make sure they take care of this one."
You'll say in a powerful and gentle whisper
"She survived."
If you're gone...Maybe it's time you come home
