Best friend

I don’t know if it’s good

or bad that I am used to you.

Your presence comforts me.

Your words make me cringe with delight.

Your effort to make everything alright.

My day ends and starts with you,

From Sunday to Tuesday through.

Wednesday to Saturday,

I just make do.

My hope is that

One day when this cycle ends,

You can still be

my best friend.

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