CW: Last week, across the street…

Last week, I spotted you across the street.
You winked at me from above the newspaper.
“Nothing,” I barked back when my friends asked at what I kept looking.
They could not see you if they tried.
Then, I laughed and downed a drink or two.
You blend in well.

Yesterday, I caught sight of you creeping outside my window.
You grinned at me from behind the rose bush.
“No reason,” I replied hastily when my boyfriend asked why I closed all the blinds.
He would not believe me if I told him.
Then, I smiled and drained the bottle.
I hide it well.

This morning, I saw your face the moment I opened my eyes.
You extended your arms, ready to embrace me.
“Go away!” got stuck in my throat as I pulled the covers over my head.
But I knew you were there to stay.
All that was left to drink was your breath.
No room to run away or hide.

Depression, my old friend, we meet again…

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There is no prompt for this piece. It just flowed through me and I had to share it. As always, I look forward to your feedback.

Stay golden,

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