all smiles now,

antidotes
and curatives
serums and panaceas
all smiles now, we're
almost free

we're out of danger now,
it was
like something's meant to be

and your fever's broken.
Gathering the pieces,
I lave your forehead
with a clean rag soaked
in lemon water, cold
then cool

I wipe your never
troubled brow

and bless myself for a fool
of little faith
to have worried, now.

And finally I
have stopped hallucinating.
All I see is you,
and you

are everywhere

just the way I know you are,
without again
a care.