An old friend

I wrap myself tightly, bound in layers of cloth
squeezed small so my lungs splutter and cough
yet I greet him politely as dressed rather nicely he asks for my hand once again

off into the night he guides me, pulled away the first layer of thread
a firm glance now eyes and those whispers are all that I have in my head
I worried then of jack ripping my flesh as another bond fell loose
as usual though he eases me with made up tales of a truce

I cling even closer to him, as the familiar comfort he provides
runs through my weary veins to settle itself in my mind
'let your hands go slack' and the course fabric fell
with it sleep and longing and feeling as well

nearly there, I sigh deeply though my friend he cared not
arriving right back at the same old spot
always staying the same, a fresh promise of hope
left abruptly alone at the end of a rope

trees rustle and crunch before plummeting down
its cold without him, left stuck in the ground
wandering till I lose both of my feet I lay cold,
alone and numb counting lies I've been sold

I know I'm alone till he next returns so I gather myself in the leaves
wrapping myself tighter and tighter, till my lungs start to heave

he'll be back
I just have to wait.
he'll be back...
he will...
he promised.....

he'll b-