Old bedfellows

 So they are back
instantly recognisable
brutally familiar
resuming their positions.
My former suitors
loneliness, desperation and self loathing.

Hand in hand,
soul entwined
ensuring they are close by.
Faltering in my mind's eye
Constant
Ahead, behind and within

They deserve no trust
but they are here
abusive lovers
asleep on the pillow....
                                where once you slept