I clung to my melancholy as if he were my lover-
Each morning I would awaken him with
gleaming tears to offer as a sacrifice.
I kissed him with my undeniable sadness.
To him, I would remorsefully bring a cup of
coffee filled with excruciating guilt.
The ritual slept in a continuum for quite some
time, until the day came when your sun
gracefully smiled upon me.
