We lost you

No you’re not dead

We lost you, long ago

Bit by bit, a pothole

My mother is scarred

The yelling, the anger

the crying

Where did it all come from?

We’re older now

You’re gone

No sweet memories

just nightmares, a pothole

We understand now

You’re an alcoholic

Sad somber sullen

A pothole

Sometimes we see you in public

Do I know you? Not anymore

We avoid you always

A pothole