Whenever I slipped in to dark vacuums, you cracked open little creeks
for me to slip out as a butterfly, fresh wings and colour splash opens.
Standing alone here in this deserted old castle of memories, I am chasing
desperately for footprints, you assure me of all the fragrance still lingering.
I am here today and I move next day, my belongings packed daily,
I lost many and when I cry, you touch my heart, it is there beating, safely.
I am fragmented, parts here and parts there, solving puzzles of existence
you gifted me words and colours to heel my wounds, to collect myself thence.