I felt it slither, Amongst my thoughts and sensations Oh, Hello Old Friend, Your touch is as cold as ever, Yet makes me sweat. It's as though the icy tendrils around my heart Never lessened their hold. Did you think I missed you? That I missed the doubt, The self-loathing, The pain? Maybe I did. Sustained happiness gets boring, Makes it difficult to write But with you, the words are on the top of my tongue. I'm almost grateful Except that clawing on my ribcage is annoying.
