March 20, 2020
In the darkest hour before the dawn
She wonders as she always has
Who would do such a thing?
Why so much anger?
Dry your tears little girl
He is not coming back.
She asked all the wrong questions and she knew it.
Loving someone with addictions
(Itself an addiction) may just be
The darkest expression of the human condition.
And. Completely. Impersonal.
This has nothing to with you. Accept this. Now.
Right now before you let another day slip by wondering
All the wrong questions. Again.
And the urge to help someone, to “fix” them–
Is itself only one more fix that never can satisfy
Never fill the ache
In your heart. Understand
Hope is just a hook to keep you sedated one more day.
You are the drug.
And you must quit or be consumed.
“He is a decent man” she thinks to herself.
Yes. A part of the divine.
“And he is hurting inside.”
Yes. This is also true.
“My heart is breaking.”
“Are you still there?” she says aloud. “Whoooo!” cries the owl.
He stirs from his sleep
“What time is it?”
“Time for us to talk. There is something I need to ask you…”