in the darkest of night
who do you confide in
open the doors
to a place
where we ourselves
tend not to venture
who do you cry with
let tears from a baby
flow without regard of self
who do you share
ideas thoughts events
that make you look at you
as a stranger
who would you trade life for
in the heat of the moment
or a calculated move
a life for a life
and in the end
you will cease to exist
who do you laugh with
let absurdity leave your lips
stretch muscle to the point of pain
who do you share silence with
words unable to express
the depth
trapped in eyes
caught between exhales
