Follow Me

Late afternoons were still her favourite time of day,
despite life stealing her reason and her rhyme.
But I know
she takes solace in the passing of the day,
the impendent coming of the night.

She sat alone waiting for her time to come,
and her mind tumbled over sweet memories.
we let her fall
over stepping stones littered with wire,
over doctors drenched in lies.

The liars considered her mind a burden,
a burden she was too weak to escape.
Prescribe
Medication, permanent help
and assistance.

But her mind was our permission to escape,
as we cross real life’s boundaries.
Her mind
my treasure, her sin
bound in glory and despair. 

Alone, she toiled with my most treasured memory
she titled it S.
S for Sugar,
A for Apple,
B for Boat,
C for Cartilage,
D for Daisy,
E for Eddie.

Every time my minds eye gazed
upon the neural oasis of his face.
His figure
the image of his smell (Green Grass)
she breathed easy

We all breathe
and up until that very point.
I swear
I had never breathed before.
Life is a series of human mirages, if you don’t have a plan