Tell her about
The time you saw your
Mother do a line
In front of you;

Remind her
Why you haven't
Been able to walk straight
Since.

And don't forget
About all the times
She left you
Astray.

She could only ever express
How much she loved you
When she loosened
Her grip around a syringe.

It eats away at her.

She never wanted
To love a substance
More than
Her own son.

Don't look at her
Hands and how rapidly
They shake -

She desperately tries
To make it work;
To make it stop,

But how many nights
Are you willing to wait
For the moment she wakes up,

Or for the moment she is
Okay again.

The reality is that you won't,

Because it has been
Three and a half years,
And you are still reliving
The same ******* memories

You were never able to
Let go of.