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Once I could see the world behind her eyes

churning with chaos

and tossed by desire

her smile was blinding

pulling me under

her spell

tantalizing

She was happy to give me more

even as what she gave

left me numb

unfeeling

unseeing

wide awake

but never dreaming

I was an alcoholic boasting

even though I had become nothing

but a monochrome paint by number painting

I was smiling

but only because her drug was erasing

my sense of life

Still, I couldn’t help remembering

how I used to live

in wonder and anticipation

how happy I was when I had nothing

but my imagination

vivid, abstract, and full of meaning