Did you hear the slow wail of the siren as we drove up? Did you see colors in your opiate dreams? You seemed so peaceful, at rest from your struggles with your appetites and far off from the grief of your parents who had called the overdose in.
Did your dreams pulse brighter when we put oxygen in your lungs? Did you hear your heart tone, loud or sad or just on? What harmonies broke when the Narcan crashed your high?
We don’t blame you in wanting that escape. You’re tired and there’s a storm around you. So you fly off into the vortex behind your eyes, symphonies of color and calm.
Sorry, kid, to bring you back. Maybe this time you’ll bring some harmonies back with you.