Losing Him

I'm losing him

In that smog of alcohol and sadness.

I reach my hand out

But he wanders farther from it,

Blind to it.

I call out to him

But my words are garbled senseless

Echoing and re-echoing in the chambers

Of his despair.

It makes so many peices of my soul ache

To witness this.

But what can I do?

What can I say?

He isn't mine to save

But someone ought to.

If he wants to drown

Should I let him?

If he wants to drown

Can I stop him?

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I'm losing him.