I need to let go of you
You are caustic to my hold
I'm withdrawing, in pain
I need to detox, poultry cold

I have not much reserve
Not much strength to spare
I'm an addict, a seeker
Clutching you with despair

Your laugh it still entices
Your simple gestures excite
Your silence shrieks unbidden
Into my tiring mind in fight

I think I need a you patch
To mount up on my arm
A you gum, a filtered you,
Keeping my mind calm

My tale is that of a ******
My drugs varied in style
Depend, detox, withdraw
You're another in my file...
...and not the last, not for a while.