adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

My Companion ~ part 2

So, you have returned, my old companion.
I thought you long gone. Once you spoke
to me in the sleepless dark, offering rest.

Once I listened; yes, I listened all
too eagerly. I'll walk with you again,
a mile or two; then with polite regret,

turn aside. Your house is not mine
nor can I enter the room you keep ready.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

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