Old friends


You and I go way back, a cushion in dark times, you hold my hand and whisk me away into a mould of sorrow

We have been together since forever, you never leave me, other friends walked away, but you stayed.

My sorrow, you stayed. You broke me down into pieces and you tore away at the strings of my heart, you made me hollow and yet, you are the one I choose

I embrace you. Because you never leave me, old friend.

Little can be said about those who claimed to let me go for my sake.

Nothing can be said about those who chose everything else over me. But you choose me. Every time.

In dark nights when I miss parts of me, you cover up the leaks, you cloak me over.

And I am comfortable. Hollow but I feel complete.

The spaces, the wounds left by those gone by, are filled.

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