All you've known

A stowaway in your own mind

fear, taking it's time

watch and wait but never speak

time reaches for you

and you move for sleep

you wrap your fingers around something you can't have

and step when it's too late

when it's late

when the ground is slick 

and breathing, slowed

when you are not bent

when you are not forgiving

three pounds of loose threads and broken shapes

and twice as many years

and twice as much pain

and twice as much purple

and blue

and red

but you can burn

you can move slowly

you can listen

and you can feel

you can be somewhere else

and be someone else

reunited

and returned

to when the spring was blue

to when colors changed

but now dust fills your lungs

the ground is slick

and breaths are slowed

you reach your fingers into the threads and they tear

shapes in your hands

red

blue

and purple

you move slowly

and unpack

into the time we shared

pain, taking it's time