Crumbling Mountain Tops - Irving

She’s drawing pictures with a razorblade she says

She wants to spend the day with me

She tells me of the time she went to rescue all her

Pills from the empty corner pharmacy

I wonder how she feels

And as I lay I heard the crumbling mountain tops

Inside my feeble wandering restless disposition

Wondering if she’s been here all along

Wandering in and out of all the hallways of my mind

And so I lay beside her on a mattress in the kitchen

And we watch the sun come up and she takes my

Hand beneath the blanket to her body and she whispers softly

That she was glad that we had met