"Once in awhile, she don't want to calllll you, speaking on the telephone. For once in your life, she don't want to knowwww you. You look around, the one you found, she's gone."
I dedicate this poem to Michael Paul Johnson a man I loved. Who has become so obsessed with drugs. I said I lost him but I really didn't. He is lost himself. One day I hope he does realize the cost.
