I was joyful when
He walked in—weeks after he disappeared
looking older than I remembered,
pasty,
swollen,
yet smiling like usual
then he shrugged off help
Declaring he came back for pay day,
"Need some cash," followed by
a flippant gesture,
a rough laugh,
and a sticking out tongue,
I couldn’t help but find an empty room
to cry.
Good ole John
loving and talented
kind and funny,
and dealing with
"personal problems"
I know addiction when I see it.
"He’s fine"—
"He’s a big boy"—
"He’s made it this far…"—
"Its just a binge"—
Sure,
But I know some big boy binges don’t end til the grave
So I give him a hug before he walks out the door again.
luck,
lots of love
and wishes,
that's all I could give good ole John.
(written August 16, 2011)
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