Till I Met a Friend

i left myself, till i met a friend

who walks by me,

sits with me

eats with me

judges with me

cries with me

at times,

i think this friend sits in the same spot i do.

but how?

how can your friend sit where you sit

if that is where, well

you sit?

you see, i'm not sure. and you know, i question it all the time with a gaping mouth and horrified core

the first time i noticed the friend standing beside me, i got so scared

i tell you it was a fear that cannot be named with words unspoken

my friend was angry

and that anger, will you believe me if i told you it was all for me?

if i told you that all i wanted to do after bearing witness to my friend's fury, i fell on my knees and cried

cried for my friend?

all the while knowing that my friend would never cry for themselves-

but only for me?

forever for me?

the fear i felt,

that i'd die to feel again?