the Familiar

this old Foe comes, unexpected, never welcome. the demon knows better, visiting late in the hours to greet resident predators. alert! lock the doors, pull down the blinds, hold your breath, keep your fingers crossed--

pass, pass, pass. 

this old Friend visits, bringing long lost stories, sharing feelings never meant to be found. we could've laughed, we could've cried. of course we cried. we cried til we hit drought. because we hurt, we really hurt--

still, still, still.