Did you think that it was over,

that somehow the words had finally

stopped and left to become dormant…

to die like Ophelia, crushed by my own

sense of the dramatic?

 

Addiction is a friend of mine,

one that came in the form

of music, football, girls when I was a boy

then women

and the word

of flowing peace, lost

in an author’s creation,

in a poet’s lament

and the bitter

regret of a love denied me,

by a succession of people