Dissociative
Your name floats to the surface inside my head
whenever I hear “in The Air Tonight”. Your coat
became a blanket for my soul, a reader’s digest
of a boat trip through Asia where the tropical
gardens hid atrocities. Your words spoke loudly;
showed me how I lived on the outer edges of
present day reality. Your helpful split cut me
in pieces that I could not band back together
for years. You forced me to listen with my ears
and feel with a heart, confused and childlike.
© 2018 Catherine
Woods
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