You, my dearest enemy
For you, my kindest foe
You, my sweetest adversary
I mourn the loss of you
How many years will go-
-Before one betrays me, like I have you?
How long will this pestilence ride-
-Before I reach the grave?
Shall you be awaiting my arrival, upon your horse of sable white?
Have the posters been completed, indicating proper price?
You, my dearest rival,
In this grand charade we do
For you, my fondest opponent
The tables have turned in two,
I still weep your passing without reprieve
As long as it has been, the wound still feels fresh to me,
I lay awake some nights, when the tree shakes into the door,
Jump aside the curtains, to see what is in wait outside,
At first I was enraged,
That you had left me alone to fend,
But since I’ve grown mature,
And learned to comprehend
I understand, home is where I’ve you’ve sent you to,
Despite, home being where I’ve stole you from,
Where every blessing can be a curse
Where every curse can be a blessing
Others have come, to haunt my trail,
But their stealth, so loud, each time did fail,
Even when combining effort, their ways could not compare,
Humbled by tricks, so simple, I forget were even there
You took the time to know,
Where these others promoted violence,
You let a connection grow,
Where these others sought the hangman’s noose,
You only wanted what you deemed fair
Where these others aimed to hurt and bruise,
You only operated with respect and care
For you, my dearest enemy,
I admire all, of that you offered,
For you, my sweetest foe,
I do dare address you now,
As my most beloved friend
Time has passed much slower, than when you were on my heels,
Grass has grown much greener, with the wind cut from my sails
The chasing is still endless, but now filled, with logic incomplete,
This, to you, I must confide, I laugh myself, some days to dream,
These men, those in pursuit, the ones that took your place,
They’re sharp with a spreadsheet, but in the hunt, devoid of skill
What, for you, would’ve ate but seconds, for them, devours months,
They sense me in their crosshairs, yet I’m nowhere near their scope
While you were known for a most relentless, manner to your trade,
I remember you much different, never did I feel afraid,
I remember you much different, never did I feel afraid,
Until the day I walked away, head hung so very low,
Now facing me, was a future, I could not profess to know
While my methods, rarely filled with mercy, was merciful indeed-
-On that night, in that place, when each forces –face to face-
-When it came to you, all you had to do was plead, even the simplest- -Prayer would do, but never, not even once, were you willing to secede
With heavy heart, the pain, to which I must daily wrestle,
Is knowing, that you wouldn’t have been, nearly half as cruel to me
You, my dearest enemy
For you, my kindest foe
You, my sweetest adversary
I do mourn the loss of you
You, my dearest enemy
For you my kindest foe,
You, my sweetest rival,
You brought focus to my day,
Rest assured my brother,
I’ll keep alive your memory,
As I meander through, these, my, remaining days
I’ll ensure your lineage is always well to do
Never shall I again be tested, never pushed as if you were here
Only tattered skylines, that once was blue, appear,
I lost the silver lining, when our last goodbye was through
And yet, each day, I still converse with you
