Observational Memories
With a Pen She left for me
I listen to Her argument for sanity
A strange argument to be Heard
From someone Driving Herself insane
Pondering whether to stop, to Drop responsibility
Three days Are all She needs
I hear Him curse
Something He only does when comfortable
With being Himself
I Paint Her hair
Focusing first on the shape, then
The overall design
Details and highlights, Highlighting Her attributes
I Carry His watch
My wrist grew too mature to wear it, so it is Carried
A burden of love in my talents and routine
Like cigarette soot clinging to clothes
Their argument lingers
The problems of adults become the problems of a Child
Three wounds are all it takes
To bring to mind My secret surroundings
Detached yet Listening
To their argument for sanity
Two beings enclosed in Offspring
A reality they made by opening Doors
Two creatures fighting, circling each other, ready to Strike
Go
A word He’s said before
No
A phrase that has a thousand meanings
One Girl, alone with a Pen, Listening
Two people are all it takes
To create three days of Thinking