we have a neurosis in common

we have a neurosis in common. her and i. a blithe
worldview is unbeknownst to us. a way to read.
a way to interpret. a way to dismember the
events of the day. locked out of my own room
staying up late into the midnight hour. wondering
if i am any good at all. she thinks i am i think.
aren't we all praying for something or the other.
i am praying for her. it leaves and comes back and
it leaves and comes back and it leaves again.
it being the fever. the fever is persistent. and
the falling down is too. once she is done seeing this city
the burning will come down. the waves will subside
the clouds will part and the flowers will change
into their summer forms. she knows too much
about herself. she knows she is on my mind.
i am left alone with her madnesses when she is not with me
nearing the finish line. have so much to say but nothing at all
there must be a celebration in her spirit.