It hit me then
that you would never get well,
that your time in rehab was really meant
for me the parent who is dealing with the
addiction,
who needed a break from the
chaos.
that you would come home and
stay clean for a while,
biding your time,
waiting for me to look away,
slither snake-like
towards your hole,
back to the depths
of the earth
where my love didn’t matter
or count and life
was foggy
like the smoke rising from
the joint you
have sacrificed your
life for.