He Found Me

Don't You Forget About Me

He found me.

While I was sitting alone in suffering silence.

I was surrounded by old friends in comfort:

Loss, regret and loneliness.

Over the years of my lives, I had earned their trust and respect,

That they now offered me companionship every hour.

And I was content with them.

They were loyal friends.

Their familiarity,  a balm of ritual.

That, is when he found me.

That, is when he loved me.

Not for my failed beauty.

But for my solitude.

For he was the same.

He saw my peace, and fell.

~m

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