What’s in a rush
To send me, “melancholia”
As my uncanny guest…
How can I share my tasteless
Meal when it does nothing
But stare upon my tears?
The lingering laughters I
Hear no more, only the crackling
Of the brown, sun-dried leaves
Tossed by the wind from everywhere,
Will they find solace, or just
Like me, desperately awaits
The endearing kiss of
The twilight.
