Where are you, my dear one?
Not even night could be
as dark and silent as her thoughts
Her passion turned stagnant
from too much pain and poison
but she didn’t seem to care

Where are you, my dear one?
Not even a spark of color could burn
in her once dazzling eyes
Frames of days passed
right in front of her
but she didn’t seem to care

Where are you, my dear one?
Not even the morning’s song could ring
in her oblivion and
she no longer sang
to the tune of anything
but she didn’t seem to care

Where are you, my dear one?
Not even the sound of my voice could reach
her where she’d gone
She’d traveled beyond reach
past the edges of sound
but she didn’t seem to care

Where are you, my dear one?
Not even my once-favorited presence could warm
her frigid core–a solid clump of ice
Her nerves no longer carried signals–
a real-life walking dead
but she didn’t seem to care

Where are you, my dear one?
My light and my vision could carry
you still yet
My song and my arms could cover
you like a healing balm
I will always care

(In honor of all those whose lives are touched by addiction.)