It's night time
It’s night time
I can hear the hum
of night time
Perhaps it’s traffic
traffic being people’s
dreams or nightmares
wrapped in a velvet blanket
of dark darkened blue
Yet still the sadness resurfaces
now & then
even though you think you are past it
& healed
but perhaps the sadness
will never completely go away
unless
or
until
someone new comes along
to help with the forgetting
or
is it true that
that won’t happen
unless
you remove the sadness first?
An original poem from my poetry collection Melancholy Wrapped in a Candy Wrapper
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