"Old Friends"
I see a darkness
Hiding in the light
Taking a sip of my coffee
And a drag of my cigarette
I give it a nonchalant nod
Just so it doesn't
Feel alone
My mind tends to slip
Between fantasy and reality
Yet the darkness is always there
Sometimes seeming surprised
To see me
We're old friends you see
Even roommates for a while
Those were the days
Lost but never alone
The Departing Portraits, Faces and Figures #12-- Steven D. Foster
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