By slug
Date: 27 November 2000

pillar

          drip
               d
               r
               o
               p
               .
               .
               .
      (how very unlike me
       to cry real tears)

let's dance
        into the night and never look down
let's hold on
       until we're sure the danger's gone
let's forget
      (the reality of the world)
           the rest of life

your warmth is my salvation
your arms are my magic circle

                 but my mind escapes past you into my trouble
                   (you're not enough to keep me grounded)
             put your hand on my back...and eventually i'll laugh.

(she gave me my first blank book...
                                ...take this and write in it...
she taught my how to cook...
                         ...take this, and eat of it...)

I feel like a sponge...
(I've absorbed so much that now i'm spilling over)
                    ...
But don't worry -
                  i'll be empty soon and strong again...
so forgive me while i mourn her fading,
              while you become
                               a necessary pillar of life.
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