I guess you could say we're close, Depression and I.
We used to be exclusive,
And I never shared him with anyone.

We were best friends,
We saw each other every day
For four very long
Years.

But then,
Gradually,
I saw him begin to slowly
Slip away.

I saw him less and
Less often.
Is it bad that I
Never missed him when he left?

Things were good,
We made new friends
And saw other
People.

But lately, I've
Begun to see him again.
He stops by almost
Every other day.

"What are you doing here?"
I whisper to him
As I look around at
My life without him.

It slowly turns to
Grey and seems
To whither
Away.

"I just stopped by for a visit,"
He replies, looking around
And taking my hand,
*"But I guess I'm here to stay."