PERSON Poem: The Silly Little Companion, by Aswathy Menon

a doodle never drawn,
sits atop the roof of your childhood home,
looking down at all the little things,
that never led to its death

madness slithers in violent waves,
all around the heat that seeps out of your hands
the one eyed demon we once met in a crossfading fantasy,
told you to catch it all,
in glass jars or copper paper

when we reach out
to touch the border of our lives,
i always hoped yours would linger next to mine,
but you’re flying away,
making paths i did snot know could exist,
although you never showed the world all your red stained books,
on days when my sky looks like a drawing
you might have conjured up in our shared dreams,
i’m glad you left me one of your glass jars.

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