Have I lost my easy friend?
The one I’ve had since childhood
in a ritual of all that is predictable?
Has my heart become too wrinkled now?
To feel any life but only through squinted
eyes that are my own?
Am I weeping only for my own toys?
And the sudden despair of fragile
hopes forever lost?
I’ve memorized my easy friend –
upon demand and when needed,
The strength of the chain
never yielding –
always holding fast.
I do not want to walk
terrified and alone,
Haunted by my wins and sins,
Making fruitless points to no one.
I need my easy friend,
who knows my words before I speak,
And puts that stamp of love
on my soul.
No, I have not lost my easy friend.
One can not lose an easy friend…
They are forever tattooed on the heart.
© 2012 DiAnne Ebejer