Your favorite Beach Boys song
was God Only Knows,
of all days to play in the café…
this is how it goes?
On your birthday, of course,
how else would it go?
Just beating a dead horse,
while your gardens regrow.
If you should ever leave me
and so you have,
though life would still go on, believe me
Hanna, it has.
The world could show nothing to me,
and such is true.
So what good would living do me?
I ask of you.
This song still haunts me,
word for word.
As though about us,
fears inferred.
Agnostic beauty
I know now too
what God knew then
of me and you.
