Tango

Poem

And now he needs you.
It’s hard for him to grasp, and even acknowledge.
He knows something is happening to him;
Awareness of who he has always been
Suddenly rushes upon him-
Unwelcome.

He’s dizzy, wondering:
“How do I live from here with this information?”
Questioning every thought process,
Second guessing every action,
He feels like a child again-
With the cares of a man.

The grip of the disease,
It urges him to let me go, for my own good.
Allow one last act of control,
To make amends and set me free.
But our addictions meet-
In a dance.

 

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photograph by Brooke Cagle