My High
MY HIGH
The only high I needed,
was another glass of wine,
to hear you -- say Hi,
another piece of you,
though I know it isn't mine,
but it gets me by.
The only high I needed
was to look into your eyes,
I cherish the pain,
live for the pain.
My pain.
The best that I could hope for
was to hear your voice again,
to hear you -- say Hi,
another piece of you,
I still need it now and then,
to help me get by,
The only high I needed
was to hear your voice again,
The high of your Hi.
High of your Hi.
My high.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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