Where have you gone my dearest friend?
I knew this would happen; now darkness descends.
Like an oracle lost,
You have deserted me when I needed you most.
In distress, I beg for you
Conniving, just for a few.
Why did we have to meet that frightful night?
When I broke my leg in a fight.
I hesitated… but finally gave in,
My spirit was then crushed and thin.
Three times a day, you provided ease and sleep
I was able to walk and eventually take a leap.
Your companionship meant the whole world to me,
Parting with you is certainly not pain free.
Meeting three times a day was not enough. I wanted more.
You were locked up, but we somehow managed through the back door.
Shattered and ruined, I curl on the floor,
Ravaged by pain and profusely sweating through my pore.
The cruel world now stands between us
I simply can’t understand the fuss.
Come back to me, my remedy and friend,
My Norco, my addiction, let’s not pretend.
—John A. Goritsas MD and Sayed K. Ali MD, FACP
