Broken

My heart is broken...
how many times can it break?

I think of you climbing in my lap
and snuggling while I smelled your tiny boy smell...

And I can't believe you are in prison...
addicted to heroin...

Can I tickle your back,
to make it better?
Can I stroke your hair,
to soothe you?
Can I lay spooned with you,
to comfort you?

I remember your huge smile,
your contagious laughter,
your enormous spirit.

Is this a nightmare?
Please wake me...
do not torture me any longer.

I love you.