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Traveling Gloom

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I wish
for my sadness
to be like the cloud of drizzle
that passes over roofs at night
and doesn’t wake up
anyone.

For my grief
(the thing with dark fur
that curls up between
collarbones and hisses at strangers
and purrs when I sleep)
to never bite.

See
the evening sky -
with its purple mist -
looks hurt,
wounded, like my hands
when I tried
to hold on to things
that didn’t want to stay.
It could rain,
the morning will come
anyway.

Dark times
carry on
the way cello chords do,
pouring harmony after harmony
into a yawning chasm.
I used to tell myself
to stay strong,
now I think, the point is not
to start digging
but to sing along -
maybe to learn
a new dance.

I wish for my sorrow
to feel soft
and sweet
against your tongue,
like warm cotton candy
from forgotten town fairs
where we’ve known
strange bliss.

I want my sadness
to rhyme gently
in your ears
with the colors and names
of your favorite lovers,
so you might smile
in passing
and remember
something bright. 
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SueJO's avatar
Dark times
carry on
the way cello chords do,
pouring harmony after harmony
into a yawning chasm.

You have an amazing gift, keep going.
You touched my heart and soul.