Backslider

“I’m sorry”

he said.

“I wont do it
 again.”

He lays his head

in my lap

from the drivers seat.

He drives aimlessly

and stumbles on

some basement

church service

and he drags me in

desperately.

We sit on

folding chairs

and he cries

like a baby

and I stare

in wide-eyed

amazement