Heroin

I don't do heroin first and foremost. I have read a lot about the addiction- Get help.

I think I saw you in my dreams once, not too long- but long enough.
To claw at my heart like a broken piano, like a sonnet so sweet.
But, not too long after I seen you my heart began to cry, I was left in the bed- hopeless and I...

And I called for your name through the sweat and the tears..
As if you'd come running back despite my fears.
You were only for a moment, a whisper in the wind.
A sound and a voice I would long to hear again.
To hope, to wonder... to inject you once more.

I'm afraid we will never meet again, though I will attempt to visit you often...