Pipe in hand,
I am alone,
For 23 years.
I have been ******,
Clueless and numb,
Still…I was “nice”,
In sickness and health,
I held you so tight,
And where did it take us?
You there,
I here,
Alone, together….for 23 years
Inhaling ssuccess,
Oh we had it all,
I still hear the vermin that scratch in the walls,
“Honey, is that YOU?”
The floor is still wet,
Your, “gonna fix it”
A promise unkept,
But I liked it a lot,
When you, “got the point”,
I still can’t roll my own joint,
And for 23 years…I bought your smoke
I never dreamed…I would give up hope
Give,
Give,
And still,
There is waste
It’s never enough!
My hope!
You just TAKE,
I am 58,
And it’s finally clear,
I was ****** for 23 years
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