My Friend
My old friend, you desert me not
Even when truer friends are near
Even though those I love, love me true
And everyday; you, oh you are here.
I've questioned why, bu know I dare not ask
Those close to me,
who'd sharp recoil
If I told them you remain
And I do not wish to spoil
Their belief that they fulfill me
When I know you take their space
With your bitter emptiness
That follows me through time and place
Tugging at the corners of my sail
Forcing me to seek affection after affection
O why can't I be still?
Such nourishment is sweet at first
Yet in minutes it is gone
Oh who am I? My sense of self
Is somewhere in the wind
The song of lonesome breezes
Hummed on voices skinned
Of all identity and focus on desire.
For you: my friend, my foe, my woe,
You call them out to sea
Leaving all which is themselves
As you have done to me.
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A Word from the Writer
written August 2008
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