Waiting for Melancholy


Waiting for melancholy,

In long, dark hours,

Sitting, and thinking,

And looking, so far.

Waiting for its cold touch,

It’s glassy stare.

A touch on the shoulder,

And it’s everywhere.

Entering the mind,

With its soft, silent step;

Spreading to the heart

– Or as far as it dares.


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