I Still Care

I’m beginning to question

What’s real and

What are just shadows

Creeping on my walls,

Ready to ruin my dreams.

They’re scraping across

The watercoloured scenes In my mind like clawed

Fingers we’re all to blind

To see.

They fade like twilight before

The break in day

When things aren’t the way

You see them now

And the spaces between branches

Look cryptic and strangely Alluring.

Those places you hid secrets I have to find in time

Before it’s too late

The blues run down

Your face into pools Of black

Like mascara you forgot

To rinse before you went to Rest.

And like wings melting down Your spine from

Sins you never meant to commit

Things happen I cannot

Explain in my world

Of warm paints

And chilled brush handles

I want to craft you a loft

To keep you safe

When I can’t be bothered to comfort you

When your dreams aren’t

As true

And the people around you

Fade into shadows

Creeping across your Walls.

Like something a mother

Would do To keep you from

Slipping into A mirror view Of everything I’ve already been

Through.

And.

This. Is .

How I tell you…

I’m not always here But I still care.