Heroin: Not A Heroine

by Joanna

Days have turned to weeks
To years
To eons
When was the last time
I touched your face?
I hardly remember now
Was it 6 months before?
3?
Time is lost when I think of your face now
Not that day I last saw you either
Frozen, spotted, wearing only a thin T-shirt
Showing off your dark marks
In some desperate attempt to wear a badge of courage
Or something
The time flew by
I thought we had some more
Alas.
You chose your wings early
An unglamorous
Pseudo rock star death
Punctuated by your love of music
And a woman named Lisa Brown.

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