I’ll be waiting
Why did you go?
Where have you gone?
We use to be so close.
Side by side,
we’d pass the days,
driving round the boroughs.
Inseparable,
that was us,
together at each event.
Is there a bad taste
left in your mouth?
Did you leave me just for lent?
Doesn’t matter,
have your way,
I can be assuasive.
No grudge to hold,
you'll return,
can't always be evasive.
The day will come,
you’ll want me back,
the thought not much to think.
Come to me
down on your knees,
you’ll beg to take a drink.
A party yes,
a homecoming,
no guests, just you and me.
A cheap motel,
out in the woods,
behind a store or alley.
But till then
enjoy your time,
the image that you’re feigning.
Lurking in your memories,
its there
that I’ll be waiting.
Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards
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Ron
it's interesting how you wrote this as if talking about a friend, or a lover or the addiction, the alcohol as I see from your tag line. A powerful memory. It's good. raskin
My disease
Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
http://trinityinkexperiencestrengthandhope.blogspot.com
Yes Raskin , I wrote this with my disease talking back to me as if it was a long lost friend .... more like a gorilla once on my back, if you know what I mean.
thanks for reading and commenting,
ron
yes
I do, for me it was cigarettes. I loved them still do but I realize that if I pick one up I'll be smoking again and it was too hard to finally quit. Each spring I have a renewal of sorts kind of like my own celebration of quitting it's been many years now. But each year I still acknowledge what I accomplished and cherish that it was hard. raskin