Miles Apart

We live together Yet we live miles apart The blackness of addiction Damaging my soul’s heart. He works during the day I work through the night I believe in my dreams He believes I’ve no right. He’s two different people Sharing the same lies An intoxicating nightmare You can see in his eyes. In the sober state He denies what he knows But intoxicated beyond logic Like a volcano he blows. Heaving cruel words He stumbles here and there Mindless to the pain He induces without care. The distance between us Grows every day Making me question Why I bother to stay. Still I remember The man I once knew Handsome and compassionate He was my dream come true. His eyes once shined A mischievous green And his intimate touch Made me feel like a queen. It’s been eight long years Since our first blind date But the addiction he harbors Has sealed our fate. We live together Yet we live miles apart The blackness of co-dependence Only a victim can chart. Note: For 12 years I was married to a very abusive alcoholic--and finally after a miscarriage as a result of the abuse--I left. A year later I was set up on a blind date with a man I thought was my dream come true. Handsome, hardworking, compassionate, and downright sexy! I fell head over heels in love with him--a divorcee like myself--and 3 years later moved in with him on his hobby farm. He said I made him feel like a king--and I felt like his queen--this poem tells my story......