ghosted by the holy

forgive me in advance for the following sentence without beginning or ending 

running on like a train off the tracks over hanging 

gerunds and dangling 

participles

through the glass you asked

if i'm ok, [this on the other side of a guilty plea for mercy]

but who could have predicted 

the fate of the convicted?

i sent you an email and i waited in the lobby

but your assistant came out and told me that you were too busy to talk

but wanted to know what happened in asheville? 

then all hell broke loose

and in the stairway i reach for the community to encompass me

but the email was unreturned like a flightless bird on a branch snatched from the fire

your profile was viewed by a curious acquaintance somewhere near Reno

remember when we sat on the floor crying in the aftermath of your mother's passing?

and in some ways, i'm still there... but i just wanted to let you know that i'm proud of you 

for continuing the lovelution still you offer no absolution like the priest without a bride and the heresy open wide, still she opens the yellow notebook and reads aloud and cries

i ventured through the doors where all are welcomed and i courageously approached a hug unrequited and the polar vortex of your silence has spoken volumes

shall i make a list? 

unreturned phone calls. emails without reply. ghosted by the holy.