The void of a missing friend.

Old man with a mind full of words,
I see how much you hurt.
No forgotten thing,
You remember every fling.
In your black and white life,
Always remembering the run away wife.
you knock at my door,
Stand at my shore,
Hesitant,
And needing more.

So i stop, and i listen,
As you have before.
i smile and laugh,
As i lean on my door.
And you tell me secrets,
That should never be told,
Of forgotten nights,
That will never grow old.

Old man that stands at my door,
That stood in my house,
That fell on my floor.
I’ll listen, i’ll be the void,
On the days when you
Feel truly annoyed.
When you need you best friend,
Who has moved to the ends.
I’ll be your friend.