Asylummn

Flower kittens,

proving a point.

Waiting consistently for months on end.

anxious nights.

wishing you had them in your pocked all the time.

The straw is thinning.

I'm thinning.

March mornings, pour your stale soul out.

Sitting in a park, watching people,

telling, sharing.

If i could have it back,

have it restored.

I would.