Other things can be drugs.
I decide I don’t need a tab,
yet, get dragged back
by curiosity and hope,
to find the empty still there,
pushes ever wider into need.

Go cold turkey. Try it.
You did it once and the crave went.
That crave is now demolished
and the space used for other
interests, the gap filled. Try it.

Wean yourself off the hunger,
desperate need for the reaction:
laughter in your head and stomach,
endorphins in overdrive,
frisson at the good looking,
a wanted warm hand in yours.

Take time away from its pull,
render the tides inert,
turn your eyes to other sights,
tread fresh earth, let others entice.
New people, new places,
other resolutions.