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.