Poem: This Little Earing

I wear this earring
in remembrance
of a young woman
who claimed
she loved me.
And I her.

I always will love her
and this Golden Circle
is a fine symbol.

I was young,
but she was younger.
She was sick,
but I was sicker.
We were both addicts,
but I was legit.
We argued about it for years,
but she'd never get a Doctor.

And I...
I ran out of waiting.
Got raw from her whippings,
all of which came
from her lack of medicine,
which she refused to get.

She blamed me for our
"failure of a relationship."
I blamed her addiction.
We were both right.

I wear this earring in
remembrance
of a young woman
I loved.

May it never happen
again.