frozen

i was born to rock
in this chair while staring
at the digital clock
and not really caring
about the relativity of time.
back and forth, blink, blink-
wondering where in the hell you are,
and hearing the faucet drip into the sink.
the road to recovery seems too far
to travel in a chair.
my withdrawals from you are stronger than expected.
so when my life is through i'll have a statue erected
of the clock, the faucet, and me in this chair,
to show all of those in the world who care
that love can freeze.