My friend I remember you You use to whisper to me. I guess I’m writing because I miss the abuse I miss your sharp jabs The ones that kept me up at night. You went away because I found someone He’s kind and beautiful And is never home on time But you. You were always there weren’t you? Cruel and ugly But Present. You hurt me And I didn’t hurt others In your absence, my friend, I have become cruel and ugly Impatient and cold I have your face now I don’t recognize who looks back at me in the mirror I guess I never really have. This life my friend My gift to you Just please take the pain as well