Doctor said you might hurt yourself,
so when I laid eyes on you,
you lay on a white bed in a white room
Your ghosts sat on your pillow,
laughing and stabbing needles into your head
I wanted to offer a word of comfort
but couldn’t for you were as beautiful and insignificant
as an abandoned raindrop on a window
Instead, I said that it was cold outside
You replied, inside too.
(For Pam Avisha)