1yet you sent me away.
18 months have I missed you.
You were my thoughts for 18 months.
Every hour of the day I would think...
Until wishing that I never thought at all.
Every hour of the day I hoped...
Until I wanted pain.
Until I ached,
For the end of 18 months.
It was 18 months that I believed
Foolishly;
18 months of hard sobriety.