Trees form in my eyes.
Leaves falling fast,
Will they wither or?
Can trees imagined die so quickly?
The images brought me comfort.
But now, How do I stand this agony?
He grabs me.
-awakening me from this vision
"Don't you see?" he whispers.
I see what has been but where am I now?
"You're with me" - "You are happy"
But still I'm haunted by mental illness and hospitals
It follows, it clings, it won't let me be.
"You're here now - far from there"
His eyes show truth,
I fall again.
He always awakens me
-I let the moment in
Now I can see.