pieces
you left me with pieces
something to go on

It's sunny out
but I stay in
There's a point of light
inside my head
The only way through
I must focus.

crawling along
where the wall meets the floor
if I miss an inch
I'm screwed.

Sooner or later I find my way
to the open area.
That's when the lights come on.
That's when it dawns on me,
and I have to laugh:
turns out
your generosity
unlike laughter
is the worst medicine
of all.