In the Paddywagon

I just saw you taken away. The police came looking for you. You showed up at home barefoot, glistening with sweat and rain, and donning blue hospital pants. Why were you barefoot? Did you run away from rehab? You said you didn't have your key and I pretended that it was completely normal that you were out there barefoot like that. You probably didn't know that I was aware of your situation. But before, I never knew about your condition. I never knew you could cause self-harm. You are a sweet person and funny and smart. From where did this diagnosis arise?

To think that just a few weeks ago we were sitting around laughing over cups of Absinthe, everything seemingly normal....