After Our Discussion Poem by Not Long Left

Madness masked as normality sat with
us for twenty long years, beside the empty

dinning room chair, upon the unruffled pillow.
Silently it stayed, aggressively is displayed

its desire, knocking us down then holding
out its hidden hands. When finnally the walls

were stipped, trophies taken and boxed, long
ignored pictures cleaned and dropped into

darkness. Leaving behind a life of love, locking
up a life of fragile mood down seperate rivers

we sailed. It followed us leaving no footprints.
Even now it remains long after the clock hits five.