that feeling of sinking
of slowly drowning
and she's all alone
between silent shelves
of slowly expiring medicine.
wandering further astray
down darkened thoughts
she quietly contemplates
whether she will go bad
expire and crumble
before the day itself dies
or if she can preserve herself
just one more hour
and then numbly home
where more silence broods
and sadness breeds
his absence suffocates
heavy with longing
thick with solitude
catching in her throat
spilling from her eyes
pressing on her chest
a strange gravity
pulling, sinking her down
weary tears on the pillow
failing heart and fading strength
falling hard at last
into the arms of sleep
her slow death forgotten
and he is there again
and they are together
dreaming of eachother
in the kind realm
where miles and money
and shelves and bottles
disappear at last
and happiness blooms
she's safe at last
under his wing nestled
in his heart cherished
made complete finally.
