She’s the one bright spot in my cloudy days,
Not always around, but she finds her ways.
When I reach out with the weight I bear,
Her words may not fix it, but I know she cares.
Her answers aren’t perfect, but they don’t have to be,
Just her presence is enough to comfort me.
She’s joy wrapped in quirks, strange yet kind,
And somehow, she always brings peace to my mind.
I wonder how long before this, too, fades,
Before the shadows of my life make their trade.
Will the silence grow, will she drift from my side,
Will she see the truth I’ve been trying to hide?
That I’m not enough, that the fun wears thin,
That the cracks in my armor let the darkness in.
But for now, I hold on, each moment a gift,
Afraid of the day when the tides will shift.
I don’t want to lose her, don’t want it to end,
This fleeting comfort, this cherished friend.
Yet the thought lingers, with each laugh and each glance—
How long can I keep her, before life takes its chance?
