Addiction I
The edges of my heart have sloughed
From the immersion in your drama
This might not have a good endpoint
I want to stop imagining your eulogy
See my sister as I saw her once
See that there was good in her
She was tough and fragile and cruel and kind
I say goodbye to you every day
Are you still here?
Copyright © Tania Horne | Year Posted 2017
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