In Passing

On some of the days,

you are the best thing that ever happened to me.

On some of the days,

you are the living nightmare incarnate.

On some of the days,

you are the friend I’ve always wanted.

On some of the days,

you are the enemy that all do fear.

During most of the year,

you’re the spirit of my soul.

During most of the year,

you’re the haunting of my mind.

During most of the year,

you’re the solidarity on my right.

During most of the year,

you’re the deceptiveness on my left.

For all of my life,

you have and will always be remembered.

For all of my life,

it seemed like you never left.

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