Stolen by depression,
I’ve lost my best friend.
Your semi-colon is imprinted in my heart,
but still, I’m terrified you’re at your end.

Your silence speaks more than your words can say;
It’s only here that I know you’re alive.
Ever the beggar, I’ll take what I can get;
Through my heart, your secret words drive.

Will you recognize MY words?
Will you know I’m even here?
Can you see through my pen name?
Eventually, it will all become clear.

We knew I’d follow you anywhere
But that really wasn’t my goal.
Am I invading your privacy
The way you invaded my soul?