This poem was written after 23 years of trying to make my marriage work. He was an addict and a narcissist with bipolar disorder. I was a codependent who felt if I could just “love him enough” we would make it. I was committed to him. He was committed to
Soothe me with your calming presence.
Hold my hand as I slumber safely in your arms.
Away from reality and the dreadful truth
That I am alone; have always, been alone.
Then comes the moment when sleep ceases,
I stir and the moonlight gives off just enough light
To remind me that it won’t be long
Until I must face yet another day
Knowing you are gone, have never really been here.
It was just a dream, a nightmare, a fantasy.
We danced this elaborate tango
Of addiction, moving back and forth,
With steps at once violent then calm again.
Back and forth, left and right, twist and turn,
And always, rest at the end of the dance, together.
No more. You dance with another now
While the music still plays in my head.
The memories of those dances come back,
Haunt me with self-doubt and sadness and reality.
I was always dancing alone.
Come quickly darkness.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2025-06-28 at 04:49
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Come Quickly Darkness
Come quickly darkness.Soothe me with your calming presence.
Hold my hand as I slumber safely in your arms.
Away from reality and the dreadful truth
That I am alone; have always, been alone.
Then comes the moment when sleep ceases,
I stir and the moonlight gives off just enough light
To remind me that it won’t be long
Until I must face yet another day
Knowing you are gone, have never really been here.
It was just a dream, a nightmare, a fantasy.
We danced this elaborate tango
Of addiction, moving back and forth,
With steps at once violent then calm again.
Back and forth, left and right, twist and turn,
And always, rest at the end of the dance, together.
No more. You dance with another now
While the music still plays in my head.
The memories of those dances come back,
Haunt me with self-doubt and sadness and reality.
I was always dancing alone.
Come quickly darkness.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 28 times
Written on 2025-06-28 at 04:49
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