“Mourning is a Process not an Event” by George Helmer

It was years ago when we were first introduced
At first our relationship was a casual one
The more time we were together, the more I desired her
I fell in love with her
We did everything together
The good, not so good, and even the ugly
I could share everything with her
We laughed and cried together
She was always there for me
A shoulder I could cry on
We were the inseparables
A bond that could not be broken, so I thought
She’s gone now
But when I hear her name, fond memories return
Her sweet fragrance, the way she tasted
She drove me insane and made a man of me
Always wanting more of her
If only I could hold her again
I must move on
Life waits for no one
Dwell, I must not
I can not let visions and memories of her destroy me
Goodbye my love, Alcohol.

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2 Responses to “Mourning is a Process not an Event” by George Helmer

  1. Kieran says:

    I like that….sounded kindave like a sappy love poem but then the end alcohol makes you read the poem over in a totally different way

  2. Sharon says:

    I am really impressed. That was good. You are a very good writer. You could do this for a living. I would love to hear more of your poems. I wish I could meet the face behind the words. That was very honest. Sounds like you are on the road to recovery to change your life around. You should be very proud of yourself.

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