My old friend

it is always too easy
to be with you, my old friend
to slip into your
deep dark depths
to lose myself
in your sullen breaths
to meander through
your clouded corridors
with all the other pests

in you, my existence skips
a broken voice on
a moldy wax disc
bound to repeat itself
and greet you again, my old friend

it is always too easy
to stare into your cavernous eyes
to peer beyond the
desolation of stars
to inhale the fumes
of what molds and mars
to behold the affair
of what was then theirs
and what is now ours

in you, my heart is silent
and is frozen,
removed and violent
as I take comfort in the quiet
in the company of you, my old friend