Witness

Feast of friends I once wanted, the raucous party and wild times, merrymaking in an August night.

But at this lonely hour, in this room, I want a friend, a witness, a love and dream beyond all words.

Just us in the hours of the night, fighting against the demons, the fear, and knowing each other’s hearts.

 

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