Eyes flashed,
A door slammed,
Provoked words
boiled over.

They simmer,
And evening sun
loiters still
In the churchyard.

The building stands silent:
Coal black bricks,
Sharp square bell tower,
Mouldings like tar.
And bolted iron gates.

A forbidding temple,
To seek solace in:
Stained glass kneeling saints,
Dark, opaque.
Consumed in silent prayer.

What is this really all about?
Won't you just tell me what's going on?

An impenetrable expression,
Incomprehensible even,
Yet I wish he was

The sun slinks off,
The tower's shadow lengthening,
I shiver.

Please forgive me.