I’m addicted to a person

Who’s addicted to a drug

That played a mean trick

and no longer makes him numb.

“I’ll be right back,” he says.

I look at him and nod

I know too well; and so does he

He’s going for the drug.

He sneaks inside late at night

Thinking I’m asleep

I hear the door, and close my eyes

I know he lied to me.

I know that he is hurting

The way his heart is full of shame

We live in the same house

But now he rarely calls my name

Avoiding me to evade the guilt
that has eaten him inside.
I know he wants to
but he can’t; he’s on a wild ride.

There’s nothing I can say.
There’s nothing I can do.
I can not fight this battle for him
No matter how bad I want to.