In the aching infant am, I watched you sleep in our bed your boat and slip away downstream from me. Frozen in place and time, my life seems a waste now, without you. My meds have worn off and I am dry not high, no man no cry. Sorrow, river deep, over-fills my heart, we are lost to each other, no blame…
Why do I need to suffer so? To recover Silly!
And when I recover myself I will not be Superior-guy I will be my former self only older, wiser and happier!
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