Sadness
My old friend
My meeting you
Started as a strife
Lump in my throat
Moister in my eyes
Your very presence
My wanting to hide
Time spent with you
Changed me inside
Your arrival now welcome
A sight for sore eyes
I learned to appreciate
The reasons I cry
Are not just for struggles
I’ve experienced in life
Instead they’re to thank you
For all the good times
– CloudComa (Claudio J. Oyarzun)
September 23, 2018
