the sky was not yet storm filled
like it had been in those photographs
from far away
with dark clouds and doubt
and unknown pains at a distance
the sound of desperate breathing
in the last few seconds fading
embracing as all
those mortal blockades
fall away like clay
were you paralized
staring down death
without regrets
head back looking
at the sky
like Ophelia
eyes wide
clutching at one
last sprig of
hemlock leaves
flowers grown on the
gates of wisdom.
we were driving
in the same canyon
I couldn't leave you stranded
you fed me when I was famished
you showed me a path I thought vanished
where the car couldn't go
where the map didn't show
where we meet again
someplace safe
beside a stream
you park the car
inside a dream
(breakdown)
(breakdown)
(breakdown)
(breakdown)
(............)
windowsills meet the dawn
another shade away from anguish...
Make vet appointment for Tweed
Hide head under pillow
close eyes tightly
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