he was there

i never liked him
his news his views
his habits
his ways
in short... we never got along
much
but he was there
and i never felt
what if he wasn't?
strange eh?
and then it happened
he disappeared
i felt bad
mind running through different scenarios
from bad to worse and bad again
there was somehow no room for the positive
nor optimism
perhaps knowing him in only one light
had its effect
and as time flew
the memory of him didn't prick that often
and then he was back
the heart wanted to go embrace him
or at least a warm and firm shake of the hands
but his ways got in my way
he was the same
foul mouthed uncouth lout
and my own narcissistic inhibitions rendering my feet cold
but it was ok
some corner of the heart felt 'happy'[fucking hard saying that word]
he was back
and there
in his place