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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