My Dear Friend

To my dear Jeremiah,

I examine with sadness the circumstances around me,
A seemingly worthless existence with little reason to live.

I used to long to write a letter,
Not of this nature, but of appreciation and apologies.
A letter filled with regrets, sadness, and indifference.
One that says its enough,
– to the raging voices in my head,
And quiets the lonely longing for tomorrow’s sunrise.
Then I met you.

At first, it made no difference, as the indifference lived still.
I had no expectations, and you made no promises.
And the many occupants in my head didn’t even take notice of your arrival,
Or so I thought
And then my mother died,
One less recipient of my letter,
One less person to disappoint when the noose embraces the soft of my neck.
But you came home that day.

Two bottles of Lacesera and Four Donuts,
Your wifi connection and an extra pad.
You sat and we gamed till daybreak.

The day of her burial, you came with a box of chocolate,
A bowl of ice cream, and a bucket full of tears,
Onlookers would have thought you were my brother.

It’s been eight months since she passed,
And eleven since we met, and the voices have only grown louder,
The desire to join her of my own accord pulls stronger
Yet, now I look forward to the evenings of all-night gaming,
And the gift of a listening ear.
Knowing that even if circumstances do not change,
I can endure them better now, and maybe one day,
One faraway day, the occupant in my head will vacate.

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