My Friend Poem by Daisy May

We met in middle school.
I'm almost 30 now.
And we can't seem to stop meeting.
We have our good days of not meeting.
We have our good months of not meeting.
But then something happens.
And we meet again.
My one friend I can always rely on.
My one friend that sits and waits for me to call.
I've never had a more constant friend.
My one friend that helps me forget.
Forget long enough for the emotional pain to go away.
Even just for a short while.
A friend that gives me a physical pain.
A pain that feels so much better.
My friend is small and has a sharp bite.
A friend that I can hide,
In a dresser, under socks.
In a medicine cabinet tucked in with the bandages.
My friend.