I watch him slowly deteriorate. The first man I ever loved Is being brought down, Like a torrid helicopter Caught in a hailstorm. How much he must struggle Against the current, Only to be swept into unsightly circumstances, Into a misfortunate gravity He brings upon himself. Homelessness, his vice, And all I can do to help him Is not worry so much About all his suffering and whirlwind adventures That make so little sense. The delusions, the psychosis, The wretched, wonderful mania, It’s all so much for one person to contain, And all I can do is watch Him deteriorate Before my eyes. The first man I ever loved, Fearful of none, How terrible must be the parts of him I cannot see For his actions to be So extreme.