I remember the Fall
I remember the bokeh
Placed in a vase and kept by our bedroom
window
It took your breath away, fed off your lungs
and grew so monstrous by dark
We tried in vain to replace what was lost
with the artificial:
Albuterol haze, Gaussian distribution
It failed, as you know
And I too fell within the blur of the rebound effect,
struggling to keep from panic
Then rang alarums that lay-in-wait, then came red lights,
then came shouting for help
You laid on the livingroom floor, intubated
Life nearly snuffed out
Me in tremors, two cats hiding
You would survive, but neither of us would
ever be the people before
Clearly, not all blur is equal, each has its own aesthetic quality
Mine tends to fall under the umbrella of disturbing thought patterns
We each reflect on different things
about that day
My fail-safe is trying not to remember at all