A Morphine glazed

A Morphine glazed

Blank space

Where once there was a worldview

Lachrymose pink

Is the only flower in the garden

What of the husband

With curly hair

The children with dimples

And the dogs

She had dogs

Perhaps they will come back soon

There are words for it

An alphabet

She struggles to remember her favourite things

The room is a colour

Not a favourite, too white

It reminds her of birth

And death

An old man comes to sit with her

From time to time

She knows his face

It is hollow

Burned out

A fire grate

Full of yesterday's ashes

And screams like an old painting

She once saw

When was that again?

There is no pain

Why would there be

It is all she can do to

Remain solid

So much has melted away

And what remains

Belongs to somebody else

Where was he?

He promised that he would never leave

Who did?

Oh it was him

The one who waits

He has claws for hands

They clasp hers

Clinging on

She remembers what that means

And for a moment

There is pain

Recognition

And sadness.