How I used to long for you...
How I longed to pat your hair, brown and short and conservative,
How I longed to peck your adorable mouth,
How
I longed to hug you like a child holds their stuffed animal—to feel
protected from monsters in the closet, under the bed, or e'en the master
bedroom near them,
How I wanted to caress your soft, angelic white skin,
How I wanted to celebrate your eyes in the spring,
How I wanted to celebrate your homely warm embrace in the winter,
How I wanted to celebrate your lightheartedness by playing with you in piles of
colourful leaves in the fall,
How I wanted to celebrate you like Apollo did Hyacinth in the days of Ancient Greece during the summer.
But from now 'till past,
It could never last.
Your youth hath been corrupted.
Your skin is now pale—flakey and wrinkly
From your addictions numerous.
One to your so-called lover, far from a gentleman, who now owns you.
A
slave to his every fancy, his every whim, his every command, his every
recommendation, his every manipulation, his every claim to
possession—e'en his claim to your precious soul.
You are his property.
And
he has introduced you to pills, powders, and liquids rosy and grassy,
gold and maple, purple and white; but in truth they are all black, as
they taint your smile,your heart, your liver, your passions, and your
lungs like an alcoholic coal miner.
But stubbornly do you refuse to see reason, off'ring fallacies and excuses of every colour and variety.
I wish I once more could say "I love you", giving you the affection you truly deserve.
I wish I could burn those accursed substances.
I wish I could remove your unseen shackles.
I wish I could hold you once more.
I wish I could heal you.
I wish I could save you.
Alas, you are now too far away.
No means of contact and without a trace.
I am powerless.
And
I pray that you will one day be free, safe, and adored, and I wish you
the best of luck, and that you receive the revelation that will liberate
you for all eternity,
For I will always love you...
