Goodbye Personal Bubble.

Popped by clumsy child-like hands,
before it has time to float away freely.
I can feel warmth evaporating the atmosphere.

She invades.

Tumbling down like a ton of bricks,
Possessions? Pah! Pointless!
Tearing down my Aladdin's Cave,
whilst I watch shivering in the corner.

I've lost my voice.
Stand up?
Ironic for a pushover.
All I can do is watch.

That brown, foreboding envelope,
I pull back along the line of sticky poisonous sap,
which reveals the large mocking mouth
laughing at my potential doom.

Water is streaking down my cheeks.

I'm running,
and half galloping like a horse,
past bustling groups of teenagers,
each shameless step taken, I ignore surprised looks,
my sight focused upon a small metallic blue car.

"MUM! MUM!"
The door creaks open,
She emerges, startled.
"What happened - ?"
I shriek back
"I PASSED!"
"Even maths?"
"I PASSED EVERYTHING!"

And she ran.
Arms out stretched to gather me up.
Forgetting that I am no longer 4.
Her feelings engulfing her normality.

When we met, she held me tight.
The cocktail mix of tension and relief was too much for us to bear
too alcoholic and elaborate.
there was no choice, but all we could do,
Was to accept the menu
and simultaneously cry tears of happiness.

I've never shared nor seen such a public display of affection,
not even on a cheese layered Soap.
I will lock away this memory, and store it in a treasure box inside my head.
I will open it, every now and then, not just to dust away cobwebs,
but to watch the beautiful, but ever so perfect,
moment run away in my eyes.

The bomb dropped.
And I was away.
Your gentle tears fell.
And I was absent.

My imagination was like a television set.
Stuck on repeat.
I saw vivid scenes through my head,
my very own crystal ball.

Your blonde hair, bedraggled.
Your green eyes drowned by red.
Your cheeks scarred with black lines.

I wanted to hold you, like a mother,
andsoftly say "You'll be ok."
But a mother to daughter, could not
tell such a brutal lie.

You've lost something dear,
something close to you.
A vital *****, a part of you.
For that what she was like to you
bonded with you by blood.

The spark ignited,
and issued your pain
and a terrible story exploded

But my lovely, I will be here,
my shoulder: your handkerchief
I know not how to deal with something like this
but my hand will stay in yours with each step.

I wear your words like a blanket,
Wrapped around me, I feel safe.
But safe upon safe, a safety belt,
which your arms like to imitate
lie across me, spreading warmth.

My throbbing heart calls to feathers,
nestled, cosy, gentle and soft.
And shudders at the thought chains,
Images of rusted, cold metallic pain.

With you,
My heart heaves a sigh of security,
continually in a rhythmical pace,
and if you listen hard enough,
you can hear it's song play in my chest.

You cover my heart in bubble wrap,
and store it in a box marked 'fragile'
and I know if I ever need it back,
it will be returned in perfect condition.

Because you are my puzzle boy,
you solved the dilemma that surrounds my mind,
You saw the clue of our Twinned minds,
and there, we entwined together.

Puzzle boy completed me. And painted the smile that plays on my lips.