I don’t have long to spend with you – but we have those spirits
passing through our house again. I feel them, he feels them.
I’d think you’d feel them if you were open to it.
I don’t need to tell you that last week was rough.
I saw red and heard the bees in my ears –
my world went numb again, but he doesn’t care,
and I’m left blue and scared.
I don’t have long to tell you – I’m grateful that you’re here.
you let me run out, even in the dark of night,
when I see his pale face and hear his sighs.
you help me ignore all the frogs as I try to drive down the street,
watch them bounce off my wheels, but I don’t stop.
I keep on going, keep on remaining
much like the shadows that play in our house,
and I’m gently reminded that those souls must be
welcomed here. they have lived Sufferer’s torment more,
they are tired of living in fear.