First day
I looked for her all day, but she wasn’t there.
Not on the bus, not in any of my classes,
Not in the cafeteria, hallways or courtyard.
As the day went on my anxiety snowballed,
An early blizzard brought by the arrival of fall.
I can’t face this world without her, I need her image
To help me get through the next three years.
I want to watch her grow, to touch the stars,
To see her graduate with that lucid smile cast
Upon the shadows where I watch from a distance.
So stick a fork in me, toss me out the window,
I’m fodder for the fowl, throwing in the towel,
Washed up on some acidic beach, the lobsters
Clawing at my feet, leeching away every dream.
Second day
I saw her standing there, wearing a pink sweater,
Socializing with friends in the courtyard agleam.
My heart erupted with joy, an explosion of mercy
Sedated me from a syringe of beauty,
The apples falling from a cornucopia undressed,
Rolling away from my feet on the ground,
As gravity’s remembrance rooted me
To the garden from which we sprang.
And I shall stay here a little while longer,
Tasting this forbidden fruit,
Untethering the mania affixed,
Ballooned off into some exotic phantasm,
Unraveling these slackened threads of reality,
Smelling her scent, a madness re-sent,
Delivered from the beach
In tattered cloth of children abused, aimlessly flying
Through space, time and the manifold, without wings.
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