Addicted

To the times, the despair, the loneliness,
I wish they wouldn’t return,
But what would I do without them?

Years of shadowed conversations
With myself, while I stood oblivious
I do not miss those times,
But what would I do without them?

The besotted life I wanted,
The gloom and the yearning, abandoned!
The hollow of the present,
The deafening silence of hopes, now gone
What would I do without them?

The time planning the next regret
The washed-out desires
The permanent hangovers
An empty gift wrapped with hope
What would I do without them?

It’s never alcohol!