Old friend

An old friend came to see me yesterday
he sat down in my room and began to say
"You almost cut too deep this time, didn't you?"
I knew I could only be true.
So with a sad, concerned smile
the old friend held me a little while
told me that my fears and sadness were okay
and that I would be happy again someday.
We sat in the darkening light
his hand holding mine tight,
"don't let go just yet."
Simple words I will never forget.
We talked for what felt like days
about the universe and all her twisted ways,
we talked about man and his faults and good
but mostly we talked about being misunderstood.
He knew my pain to be sure,
never having love that would endure
and having people run at his very sight,
not sure why because even in this light
he was handsome in an odd way
his smile gave God away.
Yes we talked about everything and nothing,
we reconnected over loss, the best thing
he told me I had to stop obsessing over pain
and outside I could hear the rain
the lightning flashed and thunder crashed
and we began to whisper secrets to each other
for he knew me like a true brother.
Old friend, I know you'll visit me again
but I made a promise to not fall until then,
our talks are low and sweet
but for now at least, I must retreat
and live life until then
When my sweet old friend visits me again