Active Imagination Notes 01

the way you found me last night

on the floor

with my face on the ground and my hair wild

sobbing, writhing madly

screaming for you,

"Gaaaaaaaaaabe"

in between sobs

"Gaaaaaaaaaabe"

repeating over and over in my head

"you were supposed to save me"
("you were supposed to save me")
("you were supposed to save me supposedtosavemesupposedtosaveme")

it should have made you sick;

i imagined how sick it would make you

how you would scoff and return downstairs to laugh at some cartoon

but instead you did the thing I never could have fathomed

you picked (pulled) me up off the ground

held me in your arms

held me so tightly and so

warmly, and

you did save me.

you did.