A match made in heaven,
Both are newly clean…
There’s chemistry and hope,
And one thing leads to another.
At first she takes him to the pelicans,
And later he shows her the blues.
She will hold on to sobriety,
And he hangs on to hers.
She buys things for the house,
But he’s got to get the booze.
She won’t forget a thing,
He can't really remember.
She’s busy getting things together,
He still speaks of his big brother.
Every morning he walks her to the car,
She’ll be at work when he plays at the bar.
Moving forward, he won’t come with,
And neither is he willing to go away.
Using all she got, her life gets small,
While to him nothing matters at all.
To her it looks futile, she is sad,
He laughs loudly, and he also gets mad.
From carrying all the burden
Her neck begins to break,
While he can’t even carry his own weight.
Eventually, his hustle gets old,
And ever so slowly her love gets cold.
When she takes him back to rehab
After 13 years
She is over the moon to drive away
Alone.
““The alcoholic is like a tornado roaring his way through
the lives of others. Hearts are broken.
Sweet relationships are dead.
Selfish and inconsiderate habits have kept the home in turmoil.
He is like the farmer who came up out of his cyclone cellar
to find his home ruined. To his wife, he remarked,
‘Ain’t it grand the wind stopped blowin’?” –
quote AA big book, pp82