Sadness is here to greet me again ~
Melancholy eyes wet with tears ~
I struggle to march through each day ~
The night comes like a blow to the chest ~
Relentless ~
Unfeeling ~
Reminders that I left ~
And now I see you holding her hand ~
And I have no one to blame but myself ~
For all these years of melancholy eyes ~

Copyright Tia Jane Fajardo