My Drawing of Max & Ginger

What will you do with the picture I drew of you.
The time was troubled and I don't know why.
I think I saw what was supposed to be
Maybe what I saw is what was to be
This vision that I saw I didn't like
I resented this vision I resented this outcome
I fought it so hard. I fought with all my might
Until I ended up cuffed in the back of a squad car
Unitl I found myself in the wee hours of the morning
relinquishing my belt, wallet, the contents of my pockets and even my shoe laces
to a really nice old hippie at the psychiatric hospital.

What will you do with the picture I drew of you.
you and Alex unaware of what was to come
blissfully sleeping in the chair content with all that was
Alex feeling the comfortable warmth of his mother.
You feeling the steady rhythm of your newborn's breath
The start of life and the hope of all that could be lay upon your chest
We were so different then.
Unaware
There was pain but we were unaware.
Both of us were lost and neither of us knew it.
And we continued on.

What will you do with the picture I drew of you
Will you keep it on the wall
Bury it in a drawer under old underwear
Or just throw it in the trash
Will you mail it back to me
Unceremoniously in a plain brown package
Or ceremoniously in a plain brown package
After you have smashed it to pieces
All these possibilities scare me.
Except the first.
I am afraid of the feelings I will have.
I am afraid how hurt I will be.

What will you do with the picture I drew of you.