A Date with Mr. Dee

I feel his presence

Though he’s not here

Got a hot date

Know just what to wear

All black as always

Black dress, black shoes

Most appropriate attire

For courtship with the blues

His aura surrounds me

Feels heavy, intense

I don’t even like him

Why we date makes no sense

In order to see him

My mind shifts to that place

Of worry, fear, doubt

Alone I could not face

So I call on my guy

Called Mr. Dee for short

He shows up without fail

Now that’s what I call support

I did forget to mention
We’re completely unmatched
I’m often quick and connected
While he’s slow and detached

He delivers on his promise
To honor and be true
To be there when I call him
Especially when I am blue

If you think I’ve snagged a good one
I do have but one confession
This date I have with Mr. Dee
Is my next bout with depression

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