Have I lost you? Have we lost each other?
In this darkened maze we call life, you said you would be my guide.
Your light is fading, I can barely see your silhouette in the distance.

I'm reaching out, desperately grasping the dense air around my weakening body, reaching for you. My fingertips slice through the vast nothing that lies before me. I try to call out, but no sound comes from my mouth, it seems I am mute.

Yesterday, you held my hand, stood beside me and whispered soft words of encouragement, willing me to go on. When I strayed from my path, you reeled me back in again and showed me the way, silently ushering me in the right direction.

When I fell, and despair came over me and the demons within took over, fighting for control inside my disease ridden mind - you told me to fight, brandish my sword and slaughter the miserly monsters who refused to share peace.

I won - again and again. Triumphant in my battlefield armour.

Today you're busy, too busy for me and my childish needs, my fear of reality.
I'm pushed aside. My thoughts, stories and heartache are no longer pertinent to your life.

I've become weak again, and I let you push me away.
So here I stand, in the middle of this maze, drowning.
And I have no one to call to my side.
I've lost my best friend.