This morning she came to me, my sweet friend ever,
she talks to me, fantasies and things real,
her eyes were wandering wildly, ethereal.
Mona, are you taking pills, regular?
She seems to be lost as in those days, I wonder;
she hears things we don’t hear
she suspects every other person, just fear,
her world dwindles to sleepless nights and fear.
She is sweet and lovely and she care,
for every other life that earth rear
Yet she fears and screams at times, I wonder,
how she can, at the same time be so cruel and tender?
Life’s colors sometimes just scatter,
all around and they hinder,
Logic for us and for them differ,
but for both love is same and tender.
she left in her car,
she came just to have, from me, that care,
she longs ;
longs to have from everyone she care,
and she longs and longs forever,
in her heart and the brain that is failing and turning meager.