I saw her yesterday so odd, a bit of lore.

There she was, healthy and aptly lucid.

Determined and mouthing labels in the store.

She had put on weight, excitedly saying

the vitamins are a high score.

She was always so rummy you know, the usual face.

A few drinks, the paradisal place. Past

the tragic ascendancy, to places we couldn't go.

Stay out of her way she's lost all control.

Always screaming inside, searching for joining.

White lipped and unequaled, disconnected.

She knew she was disappointing.

Neglected and confused, she ran defected.

We found her stargazing, gravely ill. She

stayed away from that circuit, the one

she loved so well. Impassioned and scattered

scorched in some private hell.

I don't know how to deal with her now,

she's so normal. It gives me a scare.

© Janet Caldwell 2009