An Addict

I saw an addict I know the other day.
We met at the library.

Our boys played
together
listened contently
to the librarian’s
stories.

He had just been accepted
to school;
rehabilitation counselling.
He disappeared
as intensity increased.

I saw him yesterday.
Stumbling down the County Road.
Drunk concentration
cemented on his face
knees knocking together
threatening to crash.

It was 8:30 in the morning.

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So I’m not a poet. Seemed the best medium to tell the story…