my melancholia

my melancholia creeps up on me. with absent words and absent hearts.

all i hear are the trees rustling and the occasional deliveroo driver.

im checking my phone every 30 minutes. asking to be distracted with a routine scroll.

silence.

my melancholia creeps up on me. a companion to my sadness.

absent words and absent hearts cut deeper each time.

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