Melancholia
This bittersweet memories led me
back to yesterday’s laughter;
looking back at the awakening
and rise of the throb of two hearts
that were once in love together.
The heavenly hues and
shades were in sight everywhere.
The chirping birds, the blowing wind,
and the murmur of waterfall
delighted the open ear.
This mind scrutinized and categorized
each and every fiber of the imagery.
We savored the reminiscence
of the promising future happily.
As this sob now creates a dream,
the whisper complains
of the gloom to the moon:
“I hope it’s still possible”.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2022
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