Weeds and time

09/23

We were walking through the weeds

of time.

Psilocybin gave the keys back to my mind.

When I was drowning

in myself

your words cut through the

white noise like a knife

and your body

held mine while I crumbled

and I’d wondered where you’d been

all my life.

The lakeshore was hazy from the fires

but the water was like

diamonds to my eyes.

You looked sweet

as we watched the sun go down

behind

the mountain line

I couldn’t remember a better time.

I think you must’ve always been by my side

maybe in a past life.

I told you I was so glad I didn’t die

that night.

I didn’t know there were so many good things

about to come my way

in so little time.