also from rehab days
there is a weeping willow tree beside my weeping bench for my weeping withered soul to sit beneath. i'm so scared to lose you. yr the old bull still walking through the pasture. i am not ready for you to go yet.
he's so sick, getting old serving his words carefully to me - tinged with hope and wisdom hes wacky but not so much anymore. i hate being away. always scared. weeping willow, do me some good.
broken nose x seven
over broken teeth
weak bones
decaying muscles
yet
yr stronger than a bull
hair in yr ears
no dream too pretty to heal
yr voice remains strong no sign of yr weakness
clever are the words you served breathed into me
will death bring you okinawa again? or the pyramids? you married, had children.
hindsight of your dreams.
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