Talking to Ourselves

Remember when you lost your mind

And you thought everything 

Was magic

She asks

I remember it fondly

I reply

It was the best time 

Of my life

Seeing signs

Colour

Him

The magician 

Now he was tricky

We giggle

I liked the fire

Sitting on the edge of the bridge

I liked the invincibility 

It is a pity

It was fleeting

She says

Twenty-eight days

Of dancing and singing

I believe in madness 

You are your true self

I think this

She nods in agreement

We do not always have

To speak out loud 

Now things are the same every day

She moans

You are addicted to the potion

I cannot leave you

Just in case

Well

You know

I reach for her hand

Stroke her hair

Her brow is feverish

Too much time thinking

And talking 

I whisper

And lay down

To sleep

Remembering how magic can be,