Ode To The Id

Dear Friend,

Yes you, who have, often been absent. You, who has wandered off at the first possible sign of trouble. You, who I desire despite your repeated betrayals.

I was happiest with you and the saddest without. With you the vibrance so often witnessed has degenerated into a cacophony that everybody doubts.

I have missed your calming presence and your steadying influence. Confused and hungry I have been parched alas too long. I smudged the distinction between patience and abomination.

My steps, so unyielding when with you, have turned upon themselves and stayed immobile for so long. Unhurried and staid, I have lost the desire to get anywhere.

For I am nothing without you, a coaxed human being without the spirit to live. You have taken the best years of my life with you. For only when you were around did I live at all.

I hope you are back this time. I glimpsed you awhile and I am hoping you will stay. For with you around, I can take off from the ground, knowing you will be there to gather me when I go into free fall.