Nothing Else

An Old Friend

Cast aside gently
I didn’t want to hear from you anymore.
My hands are weak, my mind dull.
I have nothing to offer you.

I have another friend now,
There, always lingering.

You were always there though,
even in the dust.

Unconditional.

The dust will not settle,
spiraling in the light.

I have come back to you,
weak and desperate, as always.

Yet you never say a word,
silent and still,
open, always open,
And rather bluntly you tell me,

I have nothing else.

You are Nothing Else.