Just found: on the same tiny yellow lined paper.

You were me before
Varied pieces of a whole
Each trying to be, to form
To grow into something complete

Chips of intention and hope
A tragically purposeless motivation
Flying up with tethered wings
Clipped claws scratching at the _____ (bark?)

Just found: An old one written on a tiny sheet of yellow lined paper (~2" x 3")
I believe I was drinking rose. Maybe at Aroma.

Pink cup of implications
I drink you with caution
and dream of abandon

A wild reckless abandon
Innocence drowns in your
cough syrup dilution

Break the frame, open the doors
Poppies on your lab coat
bleeding through the pure white

White, rouge, merging into pink
Mottled, merged mess
of hot, cold, hard and soft.