Love. 
That's how 
you termed it. 
Heroin ~ claws
hooked deep in your soul. 
Struggling to put her down
bore no fruit. Neither my love, 
nor cajoling divided you. 
The needle had become your master ~
family and friends now came in second. 
Your demons, inner turmoil ruled your days. 
Attempts to recover gave me hope, 
I loved you more than my own life. 
Your last time was your last time;
the burden was lifted 
from you, while the hole
In my frayed heart 
forever
will not
heal.