He's drinking again.
He is receding,
falling,
and lost in his
own damaged
heart,
and out of his mind.
He had a light
when I saw him
for the first time,
but it has gone out,
the rooms are dark
and he is gone again.
But I still knock
on every door and window
begging to let me in.
Because even though
he's bad for me,
he is the most real
thing in my life
and even if his
soul leaves this earth,
this connection
will never end,
and
he will never leave
my heart.