Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone grey
And the browns gone grey and yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets, your warm body.
In whatever room, your warm body.
Among all the people, your absence.
The people who are always not you.
I have been easy with trees.
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now,
Suddenly,
This rain.
~Anonymous~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
