my oldest friend
seeps through the cracks of the window
he begs me to take him back
says he will comfort me once more
just like when we were young
he tells me he is all i need

when i resist his requests
he follows me wherever i go
continuously tells me that he is my elixir
when the crowds fade out and it is just us
he asks if i feel alone
says he could help

in physical form
he reflects my worries and doubts
my regret and sadness
i used to think he was all that could help
the familiarity somewhat soothing