So, this is
sadness...is it?

Everything & Nothing
at the one and the same time.

Simultaneously even.

Grief: smells like
Loss.

But, then. . .

Loss: smells like
Grief.

Anger tastes like
aghhhhhhhhhh!!

biting the tip of
one's tongue.

Blood flecked
across front teeth.

You:
are present

only by

your
absence.

Your absence much much
more realer than

your presence.

Time: un-picks me...
. . . un-stitches me

& I fall
apart at the seams.

"Happy Valentine's Day!"
someone says.

DO'NT...make me...laugh.

I, "Bah, Humbug it!"

getting my festivities
in a twist.

It was the worst of times..
it is...the worst of times.

I have become
the statue of

mine own un-
-happiness.

I cry pigeon ****
tears

as lovers kiss
beneath my plinth.

"CLINKKLANKCLINK!"
the ghost of you

returning to haunt
me in cliché

the memories of Times
Past.

"Mwaaah...humbug!"
we exchange the one humbug
with a kiss and a kiss

until the kiss
resolves it
dissolves it.

"No...Nooooo more Memory
no more!"

I, the very Scrooge
of Love.

The early Spring air
decorating itself with
the laughter of children.