They did not,
though they said they would. And the threat,
would not go away,
and sickened those dreams I had.
So they left first, though in truth
they were never really here. It was only
those stakes with pink ribbons, set like grave markers
that showed their presence.
It was I
And these years since
when it seemed all this had been forgotten, or never been, or been discarded, it was I
who had been sleeping, I
who had been…
not forgotten, but left
deep within the cocoon
of those dreams
I myself had abandoned.