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.
JAN ANNE 