My Long Best Friend

Anthropomorphic poetry —

My long best friend and nemesis

Whom I have loved for many years –

But who a fickle heart displays

To tease me as she does —

 

Through long depression, years of hurt,

She’d touch me when I would touch her;

And I would like to think that, still,

It is the way it ever was

 

The decades go, my long best friend:

The tunes we think will never end

They leave our fingers and our ears

And melt into the wilting years

 

And loyalty goes unremarked

Until at last, it all goes

Dark

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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