This is a work in progress to go with Victoria Slotto’s prompt for a ‘second person’ piece. It is still somewhat rough (and admittedly somewhat trite/overdone in theme/subject) and in need of further revision. Once again, I also find myself thinking I have tried to force a prose piece into a poetic format. Would love your feedback, thanks.
Ah, my longtime companion.
It is terribly comforting to receive you again,
though, honestly, I cannot say you are welcome.
I have been waiting, expecting you,
who, more than any,
I can always depend on.
Excuse me a moment, you know my routine.
I force myself to await your arrival before
preparing my cocktail; imbibing too soon
impedes your visitation, yet, I am no longer
strong enough to entertain you unaided.
Now, lets us commune while there is time;
reveal to me your depths of discernment.
Share with me in that brutal, universal style,
personalized for me alone to understand,
challenged to cull what I seek through
assaulted senses and besieged thoughts.
Lamentably, our time comes to a close;
I fear you drift away too soon.
I will apprehensively anticipate your return,
for you, that I covet but dare not love,
are what I must remember is real, not this
numbness that curtails our intercourse.