MAYBE

A life that may be,
Floating around in the ether-
In the space between the spoons
And forks
Near the dining room table

Unsanitary utensils that create 
Within emotions
Vapor drifting next to me
A ghost that walks just so
Behind me

Religious revivals 
Reviving in us the possibilities
Our ancestors wandered 
And God shows himself more readily 
Than you

On the tip of your tongue
On the tips of your fingers
Your nails carve into my heart
"Maybe"