In Again

A broken heart sings sad songs for a love in pain.

The clock moving slowly,

Appointed hours approach through muddy time,

My frantic morning routine, painted red.

Tumbling toward the car

Just to see her.

 

She wears a mask of breathing tubes,

Poked with intravenous junkie needles

And her bed rings loud bells if she tries to

Escape

To head for the bathroom,

Urgent.

 

Small talk designed to avoid THE talk,

I diligently fish around for wash cloths and

Ginger ale and prayers,

Just to appear busy and engaged

While she naps in a bed, not hers…

The authorities yell that hours are past

And I wake her to hug her,

Walk to the car shedding

One tear/per minute.

 

dan © 2015

 

Music: “You’re My Sickness,” by Diva Destruction

Author's Note

Reviews

[MsJewel]

Dan, You have my prayers. Julie

[dan]

Thank you Julie. I am very worried and am praying mightily. take care...dan

[mattavelli]

I'm sorry, Dan. I hope she gets well for good this time.

[dan]

Thank you, Matt for your kind wishes. I do too. take care...dan

[jacob erin-cilberto]

people destroy themselves, and all we can do is be there for them....we can't save them...but when they are so close to us, we feel the pain of the addiction and the rehab as much as they.

[dan]

Thank you, jacob. My wife does not presently have any kind of addiction but this is the third time in a month-and-a-half that she is inpatient. I had to write to blow off steam. Thank you for the read/review. take care...dan