Poem about alcohol abuse, addiction, over-coming addiction,depression and the effects on life.

It’s been over three months now, it seems longer though, since I last saw my best friend.  We were inseparable for quite a while there, normally spending time at my apartment, watching tv, laughing, just enjoying the evening really.  Not having to worry about work problems, unpaid bills that lay on the table unopened or even the memories of exhaustion and aggravation from too many women over too little period of time, at least that’s the way I felt.  I think he understood all that, he seemed to anyway. 

I don’t believe that my buddy, my best friend, cared about those type of things - had any of the problems I was having - or at least I couldn’t tell that he did. I’d do all the talking, bitching, cussing, griping, even occasionally laugh and he’d seem to be content with that.  Just let me be who I wanted to be, at the time.  Get it all out of my system I guess.  My free in-house counselor, I suppose you could say.  I don’t think he minded too much though, he knew I could be a pure asshole at times but a joy to be around at other times.  That’s the way it is when you fight with the demons inside you.  He never seemed to be bothered by the demons.He was pretty much the same all the time.

I guess it’s hard to find a good best friend like that, at least for a guy sometimes.  With all the shit I had going on in my life though, between getting through a divorce, trying to move on, dealing with the melancholy - no, make that just plain damn, down-in-the-dirt, nasty depression -  my friend was still there.  He remained by my side.  He’d manage to get my spirits high again, at least for a while, to think about better things and forget about the problems. 

It’s hard to find a friend like that.  It really is.  But, I carry on now.  It’s been more than three months since i’ve seen him.  I don’t seem to really miss him that much, but I do think about all the good times we spent together.  I may never see him again.  I may not want to see him again.  He was always there for me, I sadly remember though.  Never asking for anything in return -  at the time.  But, now, as I think of it all, I know why he did it all, why he was there.


He wanted my soul.

Goodbye best friend. 

Goodbye alcohol.

©  Stephen Sites

Submitted: December 06, 2008

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very powerful, very moving, very good :)

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