Deceitful Delight

Do you know

what it feels like to not

be missed

I couldn’t even

begin to trace the

outlines of my sorrows

Those haphazard days

They were menacing

my loneliness

kept me in a freight

It shook me up

made glee

out of my grief

I miss that delight

Posted

11 Oct 2019

Éloa

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