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I'm having one of those days,
where the sky is gray
the shadows come like melodies,
and the whisper of the wind is evil.
The urge to cry overwhelms me,
like rivers seeking the sea,
Perhaps there is no specific reason,
or perhaps several, a sea of whys,
memories float, like an object
lost in the mist of their comings and goings.
Loneliness sits beside me,
a faithful companion in this poem,
whispering softly, entangled
in a dance of ancient disappointment.
The faces that yesterday were laughter,
today are echoes that taste like goodbye,
and this heart that sometimes laughs
breaks into a thousand letters, speaking aloud.