“The difference between medicine & poison” – 05/22/21

I screamed with frustration or sobbed, it’s hard to tell the difference between the two. I look down at the old milk jug inked into my skin. I worry that I’m forgetting you. Trying to keep my chin up and greet everyone with kindness- the same way you did. I hate the way you must have felt – alone. I’m not sure why I didn’t call more or how I could have helped. I wish I could have though, more than most things. Your goofy shuffle that allowed you to dance through life. Group hugs and doing drugs – I’d take it back if I could. Maybe if we all hadn’t partied like we used to, you could still be on the other end of the phone when I call. Screaming or sobbing, I refuse to forget you. That “stuff” is poison.