The Home Coming.

It is that time of the week again, when I have to prove myself strong,

beaming at u with moist eyes that scream, “I never did wrong”. The

knot in needs to detangle, my speech should not fumble, doing justice

to your bestie, to whom I promised never to grumble. The happiness

that breezed for awhile, has ruptured my heart so fragile, but there

is still someone who supports and pampers, tries to make me smile. He

doesn't demand he doesn’t mind, he walks with me, we have new paths to

find. Reasons to worry are few, I know we’ll make it through,

happiness will roar, and I am sure things will shine like never

before.