Remember all the bad days?
How they would shift sideways?
The two player mind games,
The nicknames, and proclaims,
The blames, claims, the shame.
And we always agreed on one thing,
Everyday was never quite the same.

The good days were memorable,
remarkable, but often forgettable.
Putting you up on a pedestal,
Was my way of being humble,
Even now, as I stumble and fumble,
To remember the cuddles, the struggles,
the subtle mumbles, as time crumbled.

Those days were neither good nor bad,
Neither purely happy nor purely sad.
They were days we lived, felt alive,
Though short-lived, somehow we survived.
And one day we will strive to revive;
To reclaim the days together.
Refusing surrender, remaining tender,
Always and forever; together —
In our hearts.


— Sincerely, Boris