Prodigal Friend

Voice from my past
Scent of sweet pea
Slipping from my grasp
Never was meant to be

Much like a prodigal son
My friend had returned
But old habits are not gone
I'm afraid to once again be burned

Dear friend, see my arms
Always open towards you
If you meant no harm
Then how could all this be true?

I am as a child once more
Young, inexperienced, unsure
Again locked behind the door
Driven slowly mad by the silent lure

Inside this cage I built
Begin to pace around and around
Prisoner to my own guilt
Find I am chained to the very ground

Should I leave you be?
Am I smothering? Clinging?
So desperate I must seem
To stop these bells from ringing

5 years have come and gone
Anxious to see how you have been
We don't have to talk until dawn
Your presence I have not yet seen