The moment you hear their laughter and see their smiles,
love passes by at full speed.
And, when they’re gone,
loneliness weighs you down.
Heavy and in slow motion.
And with love’s circumstances,
you feel numb.
You hear a clock ticking.
You’ll hold on to forgotten breaths.
And then
melancholia intrudes.
It harbors doubts.
Yet, you’ll find your way through a muted, thick gloom.
And with all your knowledge, you’ll make your light.
But you’ll sense slow movements as you teeter
and, sometimes
you hear a comforting ring.
And you stare at the telephone.
You sit still and observe its sound.
And each ringtone is louder than the last.
And then
you feel your lunacy deep inside.
Your thoughts are all of these momentous choices.
Finally, you’re quiet, you hum, and close your eyes.
And your madness is tamed, hopefully.
And, then
you bury it with your doubts and all your knowledge.
And you hear their laughter and voices, and this makes you smile.
A smile so big, it opens up your eyes.
An immense, vacant space crowds you
and that’s when
you count the raindrops on the window instead.
