Strangers speak to me
Just empty words of condolence
Meaningless beyond explanation
They knew her, maybe
Though not as I
She was half of me
The better half, I think

I feel myself stuck between two sides of me
The newer side’s the one I let people see
The real me is more fun, but that side is old
Lately I’ve lived life based on what I’ve been told

You’re driving me crazy
You’re making me smile
It’s our long journey
It’s worth every mile

You must know I see what you see
The difference between black and white
Just because there’s diversity
Does not mean one's wrong or right

Your friend visited again today
He rang the doorbell and waited there
You opened the door with pleasure
Always happy to see your old pal