You sure are a tricky one creeping inside my thoughts. Suppressed my memories as well as I could, but your spirit I haven't forgot. Lovers, we were not. Companions- you always fought. But yet I bleed, for your soul I need. To share this wealth of knowledge I bought. Missing your words, beyond conceived. self-infliction, aware- I created this grief. Knowing full well the solution I seek. Hiding from you, for I'm just too weak. And fear that if we speak you will cower in disbelief. You will un-hide, the scars inside, that nobody wishes to see. I do miss you friend, return soon to me please.