A blank stare into the past brings images of your face, that somehow start to scramble and soon make no sense.
You never got to be my companion as the thought of me simply repulsed you so much.
I saw you years later and since you were unaware of my short lasting company, I could drag that moment of pain for a bit longer.
I’ve since found my companion, or perhaps I was found by it. No it’s not another human being…
It’s the cumulation of the pain I’ve gathered through the years, both physically and mentally.
Pain is my companion and it’ll be until the day I die… At least I’ve got a companion, some would say…
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Written in response to Daily Prompt which can be found here
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