Kind of Death

a death of a kind for she lives in her body but the girl I knew is gone scraped away by any narcotic providing numbness and then off to the hinterlands living as a gypsy she is sober she is alive I made this trade to keep her alive although no longer my girl I stepped back to respect her choices although I miss her voice and her kind eyes god, what will get her sober let her go let her go into the arms of a man that will kill her but she lives breathing air too far away for me to share I have my cups of tea alone