AMY AND THE ADDICTION

We got to know each other
reading between the lines of cocaine.
She was a hugger-
A hyper hippie type-
I was lustful for her /haski\ iris only-
Not her body-
She explained how she loved,
and I told her how I break beautiful things...
After the crash,she was saddened by my silence-
I couldn't believe this girl still wanted to talk to me passed my drug tongue-
It was 3 yrs later I saw those eyes again in a cell phone store..
I reminded her who I was,and met her child,she appropriately named 'Ocean'-
"Of course you hippie" I joked...
Over a decade later I saw her at a sober dance.
Again I had to remind her of who I was.
She was a beacon of hope for many recovering addicts-
Not one tainted word in her direction-
She played music
Made people laugh
Talked just as much when sober-
It was all about God-
She KNEW it was...
But so did the evil...
It took one whisper-
One subtle pushhhh...

They found her overdosed,and cold-

And the souls she she tattooed-
And the ones she didn't know she touched
Are devastated...

God rest your soul Amy Grey

Haski eyes...