Well and Spring

Legend has it, if you drink from the well

You will return but it's hard to tell

She had found herself drinking from it twice

One time at noon, the rest at night

Enter the spring, your soul remains

Bubbling and stuck in-between

To interrupt a clotting wound

And cut to a fever dream

Part of me wanted to spit

So I'd become a part of it

And this time, I wouldn't long

Spring would pine for me instead

When we built

A map upon my bed

The tender cups had nodded to

A door I've since been looking for again

Museum, the bending path

Every email, every text

Places to go to catch her breath

And relive the evidence

Close every one, lest you should spend

Your whole life searching for them

So, said the angel to the child

Who divided, broke the knife

Remind me

Remind me

Remind me