I found you sitting
at the bottom of the staircase crying,
Smoke rising from your hand…
Yellow drizzled nicotine depression
You won’t let me understand.
Subtle flashes of yesterday
Have become your white cocaine.
So I wrapped my arms around you,
And fed the addiction of your pain.
You began to scream my name,
But you wouldn’t let me in…
And secretly I began to wonder
If my heart could take
Being your part time rehab again…