Dear Old Friend,

I greet you at the door each time
but refuse to let you in
I understand what I couldn’t then.
and
Although I hope, I know your habits
You’ve chosen something dark
Consuming you in every second
but
I hope you’re happy.
I won’t reach over to hug you
Not anymore.

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