Marceline taught me 

She painted in gold 

What I needed to see

Painted by number, the number of regrets 

And how they all connected 

How together, 

they made a beautiful story 

Marceline carved with her paintbrush 

The time, as I had never seen it 

Past mistakes, though not erased 

Blended right in 

To this masterpiece 

Made by Marceline 

She showed me my heart 

With all it’s broken pieces, never healed

Just glued together, at best

Looking closely I find

That light gets through that way 

The breaks and the scars

These are instruments to the beyond 

To the lighted freedom I have searched for all along 

Broken, no. 

Unblind. Unbound. Unshackled. 

Set free from what was 

And better yet 

From how 

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE

This. 

This is how it was supposed to be 

And now 

Is always right where you are

Always where you end, 

and always where you need to be

Marceline. She is now. 

And in a hundred nows, she’ll be forever

Looking back, she always was 

Pain, looming on the horizon 

Shimmers, shatters, shifts 

What was once chiseling apathy 

Now radiates a Nazareth star, 

Revolving in I told you so fashion

So that now 

When you hold your breath 

It only means a greater exhale

Had it really once meant something different?

Hold on to happiness like minutes

The rat race will run out

But here, will remain

Horizons surround, orbiting about an exhale 

Held for far, far, far 

Too long 

Sunrise exits left, off stage

Replaced quietly by Marceline 

The regret in your rear view mirror

Mortality looms large

She tells me this is good, it’s good to be mortal

For that means you are here

You are now

Forever doesn’t matter anymore.