Best Friends

it's been years now

watching you

the chronic cycling between apologies and drowning in drinks

recovering and relapsing

I've learned to not hope

to not think this is the last time

so I wait

I wait for that phone call

that they found you

unresponsive from one too many

poisoned by your mind, with your own hands

I try, I cry, I pray

someone help me

help me help you

save you

what can I do?