Sadness settles over me

like a fluttering

summerweight blanket.

Tears fall,

streams of salty nectar

fall into the hollows

and the quiet places

where I like to be kissed.

 

Things that defined me

have fallen away.

Things I once held dear

have retreated.

Things I thought I understood

have become entangled, gnarled in my mind.

People I thought I had figured out

showed me some new, secret part of themselves.

The path I thought I was on

seems to have ended,

or maybe

it has just become so littered with debris

and obstacles

and dried out, dusty dreams

that I think I have wandered too far.

 

 Will the solid light of dawm

show me something new?

Or will the sadness wrap around me,

take hold,

not let go,

not let me go.