Old Lovers

I don’t remember the day when she met me

It seems like we’ve both known each other since our first breaths 

Days seem off now and then

Like a faulty lightbulb, or a scratchy record. 

Some days it gets cold. 

Dark and damp, raindrops turn into daggers that pierce weak skin. 

The air itself seems toxic, a thick cloud of gas forcing itself into my body. 

But then tomorrow brings something different. 

The sun will embrace me in its warm blanket of glow. 

Cats will rub against my legs instead of giving cold stares of judgment. 

Car rides turn into mini karaoke sessions, 

walking even transforms itself into a fun pastime. 

And when we met again, it feels like the joy of talking and pleasure of listening is the best thing in the world. 

And if given the choice of reliving every moment until this point now,

I would do it all over again. 

-K