you fit into the picture
my perfect, puzzle piece
disease had just descended
your death was sweet relief

and i don't believe in heaven
i believe much more in life
and even the engine broke
you found some kind of drive

today's your anniversary
well, candles for your cake
my life still lives inside your shell
my hell within your wake

you treat me like the coastline
of an everlasting sea
where there is some sweet peace
in a place i will never be

so, happy birthday, darling
you're never growing older
the last words that i spoke to you -
no one gets sober... sober

This is a great poem...real talk!! And sorry for your loss