Sheila ..

 I don't know what I'd have done without Sheila..

 more often than not she allowed me to pour out my heart 

 while she silently accepted every word 

 took them all in .. even redundant ones

  she bore witness to love letters ..
 fantasies  and hopeless chatter 

 heartbreaks and triumphs 

  and other things that matter  

 she was saddened by turmoil.. on page after page 

 I wrote to her often

 thankful for her comfort
 in my distress..

  and my rage ..

 it's about time for me  to start going places..

 doing things ..

 see some new faces

 but.. then I'll neglect her 

 when I'm flying high

 yet she is still there .. right by my side

 patient .. open .. taking my woes and joys in stride

there to support me ..

 reminding me just what "fun" used to be

 recalling funny things that I forgot

 serious things I did

 .. and things I did not ..

 with all that I saddled her with .

 you would think she'd be weary

 no .. not .. Sheila 

  she's my friend..

  she's my diary ..


 if she was "real"
I'd give her this to keep her warm ...