Melancholia

And one day

This lone path will be filled

With your laughters,

your twinkling eyes,

your dazzling sleepy eyes,

your arms around my waist,

your ever-present warmth,

and the stories of us-- of you and me.

So I will no longer be alone
on the path that overly feels like
the emptiness,
the darkness,
and the coldness
of my bleak, disfigured, melancholic
soul.

[jessica tremp: tapad og fundid]