Where does this desire
come from
to reach for a horizon
I have no intention
of catching

Like the addict
convincing himself
one more pill will save him
He knows he is dying
but thats not the point
the cold night air
keeps me awake
remindes me of the fear
I keep hidden somewhere
in my medicine cabinet

I drove so far
I pulled into my own driveway
an absent minded habit
long since ingrained in the body
The body long since
ingrained on the wind
and the night sky
and the horizon
which offer it hope
it may never die

The addict becomes his pain
breaths it in
like the cold midnight air
and breaths back
a hot summer wind

A heat that fogged up
the glass of my medicine cabinet
until I no longer feared
the stranger staring back at me