My Friend

Here we go again
my friend
who looked me in the eye,
and then
you said,
"it's ok,
go ahead,
cry."
My friend.
Here I am again.
And here it won't begin.
Again.
Here I am my friend,
yet here the tears won't end.
The puddles rain
below my eyes
and drench the hollow
fears inside
and push me down
below the curve
of blinding madness
left to yearn.
For you.
My friend.
Here you are again
my friend.