When I Had Money

For that short time
Between years
When I had money
I did not trust you
When you cried to borrow it

It was everything to me
You promised security
With one hand
And then pleaded to strip me
Naked

When I had money
Between those short years
I isolated indifference
And fell apart
Like the masses of mother’s soliloquy

You reside in the shadows
Of my buried memories
You are a doorstop
To progress of emotive responses

You are a beekeeper
In the shade
Away from the city
Where your cats can’t smell you

You steal dreams
And force memories
Unto sad servants
And seldom truths

And this is where
We have awarded to
To the empty space
Of your cognitive reflexes
Your bursting motives
In time for parades
Of guilt and circumstance

We will not dream of the servants
We will not dream of all that yelling