heroin

This room seems darker than usual tonight

No moon and only one candle to see by

You sleep on the couch

With your feet on my lap

I can hear your steady breathing

I can picture the rhythm of your chest

I stare out the window, into the darkness

While finishing my last evening drink

And my last cigarette

Soon I’ll get up

Empty the ashtray, bring my glass and bottle to the sink

Then I’ll come back to you

Put away your needle and spoon

Cover you up, blow out the candle

And hope I see you in the morning

dicky j loweman