When Rehab Beckons and Remains Unchosen
The long long goodbye
right before my eyes
we cross paths
she leans into the passenger side window
her face sad raw red rough why
why can’t I get there?
physically or mentally?
why can’t I make the decision?
is there anyone you can talk to?
God
it’s so hard
it’s so hard.
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” it’s so hard.”
Thank you for sharing
this searing tragedy
It’s so hard to read
and so easy to see your love.
Thank you.
Your title does so much work here. Your poems, the ones that focus on loving an addict, feel universal to me. So many of us love addicts and are somewhere on the this spectrum of learning. It’s so hard.
Love this one, Laverne. It’s so hard.
Says it all. The crux of the thing.
This is very well done – from the title to the last line.
So sparse, but so full of the pathos of facing reality.