I remember
A time not so long ago
When I would sit
And write oh so many poems
I would write out my feelings
Write out my thoughts
I would imagine an answer
And talk to my oldest friend.
my oldest friend
whom I care so much about
Is not a person
not real at all
His name is Id.
He knows all my secrets
but I know none of his
He gives me advice
about how to deal
And I can stay safe
knowing he will not tell the world
And he tells me how
how to deal
When I am not sure
How you became mine
And I became yours.