November 14, 2020

I love sadness... somehow.

Some of my times, and not
Some of your times, some
Of someone's times, my
Loving sadness knows me.
Sadness recognizes me,
Sadness hugs the shit

Out of me.

I am here, and sadness...
Sadness stays with me as if
Clouds weren't really made
Of water but just of dust
From my tears and flies,
Whispering through thin air,

And oh how I wish that
When the deepness of my
Calm starts to again frighten
Every intent of my bones,
Sadness finds every way
To match and make my
Sheets warmer, better,

And although sadness isn't
What's not often with my
Spares, 'tis truly sucked into
How sometimes has been

Enough.

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