Fire

We chased the cat

Through the mirror

And the corridors 

Can I tell you a secret

I whisper to Alice in the dark

Of course she replies

I set my arm on fire

I say 

There were flames 

And ashes 

Now I am living with the debris

A secret I held in a box

For so long

It almost killed me

She looks at me

In her usual fashion 

Refrains to speak

That is her gift 

Unconditional love

Water to put out the flames

Kisses to ease the pain.