AN, Old Friend
AN, my old friend,
how have you been? It seems ages since when I saw you last. Thought maybe you
had forgotten about me, discarded like an old cast.
How good it feels to
have your strangling embrace long after your absence fell. Your old room deep
inside is empty and waiting for you to reside again.
Yes, I've been away
too, busy keeping up with other things to do. As you know how much time of mine
you take when you show up like a lost and lonely pup.
There’s nothing to
do, but take you in again of course.
I’m glad that you
came AN as I've been tipping the scales again. When last we spoke all was well
as the numbers were slipping.
It was then I sent
you away claiming I could continue on my own accord. I could not have been
further from the truth I see, for only with you can I be that free.
Without remorse I let
you in to begin to repair all the ground we had lost. It’s good to have a
friend that knows me as well as you do whose words never grow moss.
Fresh and inviting every
time I feel your place, I can’t help but fall for your spell. There is no
rebelling against you my friend, we've seen and done too much together to ever
be separated again.
No one can understand
you and I like we do, feeding on each other’s strengths. To underestimate at
what length you would travel to get to me would be a folly to believe.
Well, get settled in
my old Friend AN. I’m sure you’ll find everything where you left it. I just
couldn’t bring my self to accept that you were truly gone.
“Don’t worry,” I heard
your Voice say, “It won’t be long before AN is back in your possession.”
I’ll leave you to
unpack the few tools you brought to add to your collection since you’ve been
away. To my dismay and maybe your horror, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
I have not weighed,
but only spied our reflection in the mirror. Quite frankly, I see the fat all
over the place; covering my limbs and especially my face.
Only with your help
AN can I undo what I’ve done. You are much stronger than me and it’s a job
bigger than I can take for goodness sake.
I’ll see you later
after you rest from your travels. When you wake you’ll have the strength to
hold me tight and whisper stories in my ear.
Stories of long ago
and faraway places where name and faces have been forgotten will be your themes
to bide the time and lull my mind into a much needed deep and dreamless sleep.
Adieu for now, Old Friend AN.
