Blank Space

The blank space
is where you go to dance
in the dark of night
when there’s nothing left
except nagging regret
and God watching over you

The empty glass
is where you go to drink
when your thoughts won’t stop
their endless cycle
of forgetting all hope
that God is watching over you

The desert house
is where you go to sleep
though you toss and turn
and your mind caves in
beneath the cold hands
of God watching over you

When the door blows in
and the hinges creek shut
and the pavement scratches
and your shoestring snaps
and the candle snuffs out
and the glass bottle breaks
still God is watching over you