Your Day

A phrase I use so often,  
"I hope your day was good",  
And yet I think that every day,  
I'm not quite understood.  

Not for lack on your part,  
But for lack on mine,  
For I think I fail to bring across,  
The meaning I entwine.  

It's not that you have bad days,  
And the good is oh so rare,  
That you're fighting a constant battle,  
Against the forces of despair.  

Cause while this could be quite true,  
It is not how I see your life,  
While others may see you soldiering on,  
Through battles of grief and strife.  

I see you marching towards a goal,  
One that's filled with light,  
A goal of hope and future,  
Free of constant fight or flight.  

One day I will stop asking,  
I won't have to anymore,  
You'll be there standing with a smile,  
Found what you're looking for.  

And the days will then be good,  
Life will fit you like a hat,  
The bad times that came before,  
Will help remind you of that.  

The people that you care about,  
Will love you every day,  
And then you'll love them in return,  
No less complicated way.  

And the work will have been worth it,  
And you're ahead of the curve,  
'Cause you've shown more strength and kindness,  
Than anyone I know on Earth,  

I'm not saying that it's easy,  
I'm just saying that I'm here,  
Because every good day that comes before,  
Is a day closer to no fear.  

I've grown as a person because of you,  
And for that I am in your service,  
And I hope that I can give you strength,  
Though I know you can endure this.  

I don't know if I can be there,  
For you at all bad times,  
But maybe you can cast your mind back,  
To these botched lines and rhymes.  

The "I hope you day was good"  
Is such a simple say,  
But the meaning that's behind it,  
Sweet as summer, bright as day.  

So much so that this poem,  
Is so hard to find an end,  
I guess I'll say "I love you",  
"From me, here and now your friend"  

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