meandering on stone roads
and dirt paths
Living off whatever I found
Shouting out
to remember words
To record memories in the air.
I found a garden and you were inside.
Tall metal gates would surround
Like some relic of
Man's ideal.
Climbed the fences
Walked to you
And learned your name
and saw.
We lived in that garden
Occasionally coming across
broken remains
Climbing over them
Helping each other
The stars were our guide.
Storms came and blew you from me.
I ran
And I fell
and you found yourself outside
And I found the garden another ruin.
You stood there
Looked at me
across the wall in desperation you had finally found
the means to climb.
I found it had grown.
It had grown as the garden had.
I could not cross it.
Saw you walk
away to another
place as I broke myself on the wall.
Saw you smile
back at me as the night came
Forgot words and memory.
And I was quiet.
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"
out.
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