Secret Companions

Despair is a companion
I’ve known well,
it almost seems that he is a part of me…

We’ve had a unique relationship
few would understand -
it was our intention -
we invented our own language.

Since he came back,
we have been talking endlessly,
we have so much catching up
to do.

There’s no time to think of anything else
these days…

Words, I cannot express
to anyone else
he understands -
I’d only be angry if I tried
to explain to anyone else
what I’m feeling…
there’s that disconnection.

It’s amazing the things
we find to discuss,
despair and I.

He tells me he has a sister
and how perfect
she would be for me…

I dream of her,
of resting in her arms
and a final serenity.