Summertime Sadness

My throat’s been sore for weeks

Not sure if it’s from

Choking on sadness

Or the desert air

In the afternoon 

But I’ve been hurting since June
Darkness has always been

An old friend

Comes knocking every
Once in awhile

Long ago learned

To accept the company 

So I open the door 

And greet him with a smile

‘Cause living is the only option 

And I know

He’ll be leaving soon

So hand in hand

We walk through the garden

To pick pretty things

And watch them die in my room.

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