Who lightens my day,
Brings a smile to my face.
Help from an old friend.
An old friend,
Who has always known me,
Even when not knowing myself.
When I am truly lost.
Oh my friend,
I am sorry,
But am never sorry, to have met you.
I shall be okay,
You help me constantly,
Even through those most casual moments.
A poem wrote, for my closest friend Ruby. Who has always helped me, always knows the right thing to say, do, and has always tried to help me.
Just as I would always help her.
I’ve been a bit rough today, but it’ll pass.
It’ll get better, with time.
It will, I just need to believe that.
Hope for it.
And then make it.
I have written a few poems and backdated to when they were written. I’m doing a bit better seeing my friend.
I will get better, stronger.
This will pass.
As everything usually does. In time.