Rehab.

I promised more with vowels and consonants,
than in ink or blood or soul.
And I will be lonely in the consequence.

In hazy mind lost far to sea,
with acrobatic turtles and tropical fish and tap-dancing starfish in a Broadway Spectacular!
With shady brother choking on hairballs and spliff and whiskey chasers,
sitting on sofas wearing sunglasses indoors and using bottle caps as ash trays.

I struck up with strangers before you came along,
lying naked feeling empty with a leg stretched on my skin,
now an angry blaze behind the tired misty eyes.

Now lying in bed with a little voice in my head,
asking the ever-lasting question,
'Are you sad?'
and I'm trying to look out for the wonderful future,
living with the end music to a film.

I miss you like a thumb,
but you're coming home soon,
and I can't wait to see you again.
And I am so sorry I spent the last month stoned because I wanted you.

And I will buy you some chocolate.
You're amazing.