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.
