Dear Friend Poem by Shalyn Stachmus

I love you like I did last week,
And still dress myself so candidly.
It's getting hard to slow the poison;
Harder still to know the reasons.
And now all I want is sweet reprieve.

For all I know we've gone,
And forgotten what we'd left undone.
I know it seems so damn unclear
What we'd suffered while we were here.
Too long. It's just been too long.

We've all known for a long, long time,
Just how it feels to get left behind.
Oh, my God, what will happen to us now?
I doubt it matters anyhow.
Waiting for you, I've lost my mind.

How I love a truth yet to be seen.
I ensconce to my vice, unclean.
Shameful, indeed, but well worth the wait.
I suggest that you remain serene,
Lest you're found to be tempting fate.

But for all I feel, I've gone,
And left to Death a mien withdrawn.
Listen, all you true friends here:
I've found a place to disappear.
But too long. It just takes too long.