Only
When I was young
I had a special friend
And right from the start
I knew he'd be there thill the end.
We didn't need to talk
He knew my every thought
Sometimes I ignored him,
But we never really fought.
We'd play morse code with the stars
Or at least with my nightlight
Mostly, we sat and talked,
silently filling firefly jars.
I couldn't see him
but I knew he was there
it took awhile to realize,
but he is always there.
I grew up alone,
but please dont call me 'only'
It's when God leaves me
that I will truly be lonely.
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