The Guest


His visits are frequent;
Quite a regular schedule is held.
His stays are mostly long,
Hours he seems to meld.

He is always welcomed,
Though at times evaded.
His company always pleasant;
Refreshing, and never jaded.

But during his welcomed visits,
Words are rarely exchanged.
Time flows happily in silence,
Never awkward or strained.

And while his person is not unfamiliar,
And mysterious the wrong word,
There hangs a cloud of unknown,
that renders him slightly reserved.

Though his stays be expected,
His arrival's never quite defined.
The clearest moment of the meeting,
Is when from company he's resigned.

So you may ask why he ever leaves,
Since his visits are so oft and pleasant.
But the moment his presence is permanent,
You permanently leave the present.

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