Tall

He was/is a tall man, though short on integrity. I kept insisting he was a good man, and minimizing the horror. He loved me. As much as he was capable; which was quite shallow in the end. I adored him, I thought. In truth, though; I was in fear. I always took such good care of him, while he sabotaged my life in it's entirety for twenty some years. He is lost and sick with tremendous amounts of drugs and alcohol. I went crazy from anguish and despair. Enormous amounts! Now he appears, old and bent. Devil spent. Clearly running out of time. Nothing, but nothing took priority above drugs, beer and whiskey. He feels that he's riding high...but from here; it looks like he's sinking. Not swimming. I am not at all gloating, for I loved this man at one time, and I shall probably love him in some form for the remaining of my days. It's a full moon on this October night. I guess I'm a tad melancholy. For my lil' Zachary, and my lost man. Think I'll go sway in the moonbeams tonight. Breathe in the night....