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Second time this week

I'm tossing and turning

and can't shut my mind off

or turn off the waterworks. 

Then I remember, you,

my old friend,

my only friend 

through all of the pain.

And I realize how much

I've been neglecting you,

when you've been there for me

while everyone turned

their back on me. 

So here I am once again,

hoping you can 

set my mind at ease, 

wipe the tears. 

So I write,

and I breathe,

because that's all 

I can think of tonight

to remedy me. 

One line,

inhale, exhale,

the crying stops,

my thoughts slow

and I continue scribbling.

I close my eyes

and feel sleep beckoning,

knowing it will

cure my morning.

Until we meet again,

old friend.