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,
