Celia

I watch you pick tomatoes from the garden I watch you pour your coffee in the cup I see the way your hands they look like flowers A vine unfurled beneath the morning sun You dust the shelves, put on a gospel record You made me think that He could save me too I wonder if you've ever really seen it The magic that is made up of you And don't you go Celia, don't you go Away You look so different underneath fluorescents I comb your hair, I paint your fingernails I whisper I'm so sorry that I left you You said it could have been me instead And don't you go Celia, don't you go Away And this part, the worst part You're gone