Pearl says
"Is something wrong?"
I reply
"I'm giving up the ghost
I just want to spend another second in your presence
And honor our wayward days;
The China white and yellow cake that we had at your father's wake
I was truly yours, in a recursive way
You'd make latkes, I'd read verse. You kept Naloxone in your purse"
The sun set strange, and it cast the pavilion in red
The full moon ached 'til it lit me and Pearl laying in the bay
Every cell uncouples from my sundowning virtue
Eyes glazed, I sigh
I'm getting maimed again
Pearl looks like she's playing on a tiny violin
With broken bags gathering in her lap
As I ask
"Is this the end?"
And she replies
"No, it's a wrap"
And a conflict brews, severing my sick head
"Never give yourself away" and "never take yourself to bed"
"I'm only hers from the point of mania descent
And I'll be yours once the hands of time revolve again"
Every cell uncouples from my sundowning virtue
Eyes glazed, I sigh
I'm getting maimed again
And now I'm fine