Are you the zombie <br />I dream of? <br />I thought you <br />were dead. <br />They carried you off <br />in a white blanket. <br />Did you hear me <br />yelling for you <br />crying for you <br />in my drunken stupor? <br />They refused to tell me. <br />They shrugged off my pleas <br />pertaining to your health. <br />I shouldn't have let you <br />drink that much. <br />This situation wouldn't be <br />as haywire. <br />Relationships would still <br />be relationships, <br />tight friendships just as they were. <br />Lives wouldn't have been <br />ravaged and broken. <br />Things would be as they were <br />if I just hid the bottle <br />from both of us - <br />from both of our hungers - <br />and I wouldn't have to think you were the undead.<br /><br />Melissa Joy Chesky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-thought-you-were-dead/