Our worlds are different now.
I've never known how to read
People, and now that we are
Apart, your face is a guide
No more. I want to know how
You feel; I want to read through
Your messages to see the
Emotions behind them, but
I cannot. Instead, I search
Through your writings, read your thoughts
Spread across a page. I care,
Friend. Tell me how you feel. I
Have always been rather prone
To overanalyzing;
I don't want to overthink
This.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." - William Wordsworth
