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
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