mania at its best

a knock at my door
it is an old friend
one that i may lose
like the two that i have
one, i do not miss, as of yet
for what we had was dead
long ago
the other, she followed her
and it makes me sad
tonight, my old friend,
a woman who rarely leaves her home
enters and steps over my trash
so much for my ocd
she carries with her two pills
and thanks to her
36 hours later, long hours
i will sleep