Addiction was never the problem.
It was something else, something indefinable,
a perspective.
It was a complete refusal to do as one does,
an inability to see oneself as an actor.
It was something fixable, if only she would hear reason,
and yet it was infinitely insurmountable.
No, addiction was never the problem,
but eventually it became the problem.
Secretly, we were all glad when it did.
Finally, we could say “it’s the drink”
and pretend there was a solution.