Living and Breathing

-3-

Today, I saw you walking around

with another person's hand in yours.

You held her close to you,

almost like you didn't want her

to slip away.

Like me.

But you knew I was slipping

away from reality,

and played with me in my

mind.

You always told me to escape

to my haven.

I wonder if you tell that girl,

to go to her haven.

I wonder if you tell her that

so you can sneak off before

she can say a word to you.

Before she can speak to you

about her problems,

about her worries,

about her problems.

I wonder

if

she's

slightly

insane

like

me.