Truest Friend

My truest friend, I am conveyed to say. Is never more than a thought away. His name? You ask, I recall plenty. Met when I was nearly twenty. Late nights and girls, we had a blast. Our bond grew so very fast. I dare to say he was my brother. One not found without the other. I felt my judgment begin to sway. With every word his tongue did say. My actions were no longer me. From his grasp I could not flee. Confined within an euphoric cast. The urge to move was fading fast. Suspicion did grow upon my mother. She seen in me what was another. I felt my soul had fallen prey. I saw my world turn to gray. An improtant lesson I did soon learn: Loss of all, the normal fee. When I have faded far away, he will surely remain to be. With thoughts of healing, I am left aghast. He left inside of me a hole so vast. A trimmer life awaits, so cut the blubber. No need for "Dope", I would rather smother!