Weed,
They say,
Is a gateway drug.
Her gateway drug,
Was him.
Her addiction?
His smile,
His laugh,
That twinkle in his eyes,
His thoughts,
His stare,
His skin,
Him.
So she sought out,
On a journey,
An endless chain,
Of fragments,
That had something,
That was his.
But she could never find,
The one thing,
She thought she had,
The one thing,
He said he never gave her,
She could never find,
His love.
