Melancholy Days

I search from somewhere above
thirtieth floor looking out into a world
of seemingly endless movement
Little gray dots below.
I see you in the future
but who are you to me now?
No one I know.
You are a stranger on my path
that I may pass by.
I don't know why.
Sad that I haven't met you
but content to be alone.
One day my vision of you
will be realized as you
unfold from my unconscious
and become the yin
that encircles my soul
forcing me to lose my
melancholy days.


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It's funny how a little rain and reading can change your mood.